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Kickin' it, old school

Last night at the Willie Nelson concert, I felt the baby kick for the first time. Kim has been feeling the baby move for the last several weeks, but I never felt the baby move until we were at Red Rocks. For those of you who are unfamiliar, Red Rocks is an amazing concert venue set in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains near Morrison, Colorado. It is called "Red Rocks" for really obvious reasons, but is is a really neat place that was "once listed as among the Seven Wonders of the World." So that was a pretty cool experience to feel the baby move for the first time there.

Anyway, I don't remember what song was playing when the baby started kicking, but knowing Kim, it was probably "Whiskey River." (Just kidding!)

Busy, busy, busy

Recently, Kim's brother, Jeff, has complained about us not updating this blog. While it has been 17 days, we have been awfully busy. That, and Jeff is unemployed this summer. What sort of 25 year-old gets a summer vacation without a job? Oh wait.. I had a summer vacation last year. Scratch that. Anyway, between starting a new job, trying to find a house, and all the craziness that goes into Kim's management job, we have had our hands full lately. Finding a house in Denver is not an easy task, as we trying to balance size, distance from work, cost, age of the home, and Kim's opinions about Denver neighborhoods. Some common phrases that she has used include "this place is ghetto," "Eww... There is money lending store down the street," and "this is a corner lot, let's buy it so Jeff never visits."

On the baby front, Kim and I went to meet our obstetrician last week. He is a friendly guy who says that all the things that Kim has been experiencing are relatively normal. He also is really into breast feeding. Apparently breast feeding is very, very important. I am not really sure how you train for that, but I probably won't be too involved. Kim has been staying up later at night (hello, 9:00 PM!!) and isn't getting sick as often. Also, we heard the baby's heartbeat, and he or she is healthy. We don't find out the sex until September 12, 2008, so we have been trying to come up with different names. Kim likes presidential names (Madison, Jefferson, Lincoln, Gerald Ford) and I like boring white guy names (Steve, Jim, Mike, Will) and boring white girl names (Jenn, Julie, Liz). It is still fun to discuss, and when Jean Luc D'Andre Julio Martinez Turner is born, everyone will be happy. Tonight, Kim and I are going to see Willie Nelson at Red Rocks for a break from our busy lives. There's a name for you: Willie Nelson Turner.

Kim and Scott are pregnant and lazy

Kim and I found out that Kim was pregnant the weekend after Memorial Day in May. We went to Austin to decompress after my graduation from Colorado Law School, and decided to tube the Guadalupe River. We left early in the morning and drove down to the local Valero to purchase supplies for tubing. After being turned away for attempting to buy a six-pack of Lonestar with a *gasp* Colorado driver's license, we knew it would be an interesting day. We went across the street, got our supplies, and hit the river. Kim "had a feeling" that she might be pregnant, so she avoided the Lonestar. After a relaxing float, we left the River and headed to Rudy's Truck Stop and Bar-B-Q for lunch. When we got back in the car, Kim checked her voicemail, and the lab tech told her that she was "definately pregnant." We celebrated Texas style with brisket and iced tea, and drove on to San Antonio to visit the nephews. I think we were both nervous, anxious, and, most of all, really excited to start a family. We also figured that we had a lot to accomplish before the baby arrives. To make a long story short, we are lazy and don't want to send all of our individual friends updates. In that spirit of laziness, Kim and I have decided to start a blog to express our thoughts and opinions as the baby approaches. Stay tuned.