I had lunch with Jessica today at our favorite strip mall chinese bbq joint. She said just looking at her pulled chicken sandwich and cole slaw got the baby moving. Doesn't she look fantastic?
Just to connect the dots for blog followers, Jessica's husband is known in our house as "The Russian". He is an ex-pro Russian soccer player and the only man at our Christmas party who was under the illusion that he was the king of his castle. (Legend has it, that when the men went out to drink around the campfire last December, someone asked the question, "Who is in charge at your house?" Most of the men had the good sense to say "my wife!" But not Dima! He left them standing round the fire in stunned admiration. His legend lives on.)
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