Its official: Peanut is moving.

Bianca has felt kicks and jabs for the past few days, but like the Patterson film of Bigfoot these pronouncements were the evidence of an event that constantly eluded me. He seems to be extra kick-y and jab-y after a meal. Bianca even contends that he had the hiccups the other day, which apparently I had all the time when I was in utero.

So after dinner the past three nights I have sat next to the QTPi on the couch with my hands on her belly in hopes of feeling the baby ninja in action. Alas, Monday passed with no action. Tuesday was sans kicking as well. But tonight after a delicious grilled chicken salad with cranberries and walnuts I felt a distinctive little jab.

It was a truly awe inspiring event. Then he telepathically told Bianca that what he was doing is called Ka Ra TAE, just like Kramer from Seinfeld. Will our children think Seinfeld is as dumb as comedies from the 70s like The Mary Tyler Moore Show? That show is TERRIBLE.

Apparently Peanut is going to be a Jedi, as Jedi won the poll, edging past First Chair Violin for the BSO by one vote. Left handed pitcher got two votes and astronaut got one vote from Professor Sarah Petty, Bianca's super awesome work buddy.

New poll shortly.

One of the things I have been thinking about recently is the movies that I can't wait to share with Peanut when he gets old enough. I still remember a New Year's Eve when G-Daddy showed me the greatest western of all time The Magnificent Seven ("Clap your hands."). I also remember a trip to the Air Force Museum to see The Battle of Britain. There are a few other classics that were shared with me: The Guns of Navarone ("The Greatest High Adventure Ever Filmed!"; thank god for 50s advertising hyperbole), the 50s monster movie hit Godzilla (which we rented when we were back in Pittsburgh), and of course the movie that all Italians must watch just guess.

These, of course, will be things that I share with Peanut. But then there are the new movies that he needs to see. First, of course, are the two Star Wars trilogies. Having anticipated this viewing I consulted with my fellow Star Wars nerd, Melissa from work, and we have determined that children MUST see them in the order they were released. Otherwise, children services will come and take your kids away. In fact, she has already started her padawan, Nate on the original three and he is just over two years old. I think it is probably important for Peanut to see stuff like the Matrix trilogy. They are pretty freakin' sweet, especially the first one. Saving Private Ryan is on the list, albeit when Peanut is much, much older.

But then there is the movie I most look forward to sharing with my son. It is the manliest movie in Mantown. It is a great and historically accurate (according to the Sea Captain, see two entries ago) tale of adventure on the high seas (I am trying my hand a 50s marketing hyperbole). Yes it is Master and Commander ("This ship is our home. This ship is England"...I can do the whole speech from memory). Odd fact: there is not a single female speaking part in the entire movie and only one female ever appears on screen and it is just to smile at Russell Crowe.

Hopefully Peanut and I can enjoy a showing of Master and Commander on my home theater set up I hope to have in the basement by the time he is old enough to see the movie. You know around his 3rd birthday.

Bianca was busy grading her first exam this weekend while I was recuperating from a long and hard fought jury trial. I also worked on the new coffee table. The last one noticeably warped, so this time I installed a set of wooden braces underneath and built it with breadboard ends. Hopefully that will take care of the bending issue. Not much on the Peanut front, though according to the books we should be noticing the little guy moving around any time now.

I was, however, able to stealthily steal this belly shot: