POSITIVE INTEGERS

There are three kinds of people: those who can count and those who can't.

Ha.

We're doing a lot of counting in our house these days. Counting the days until we become a family of four, counting the stairs as we climb them every morning and night, counting the animals in our storybooks, counting the numbers on the scale as it groans under Momma's increasing weight...

Below are some recent videos of Miss Priss showing off her numerical skills.
Yes, you heard her correctly: she does leave out the number six.

Every.   Single.   Time.

She just refuses to say it.  It might be a pronunciation thing, or it may be that she just doesn't like the number. But "six" is never in her calculations. 

If we read a book that has a picture of seven chickens, all of a sudden there are eight chickens because she skips six and goes straight to the number "seh-BUN."

Forget ten monkeys, there are always eleven - simply because six doesn't exist in her world.

Why is six afraid of seven?
Because seven eight nine!!
( Seven ate nine. Get it? Durrrhhh.)

And last, but not least, below is a recent video of the bouncing baby boy in Momma's tummy. Luckily, his activity level isn't to the point of being very painful yet. 

However, he's pretty much this active every evening. (Which is why you should NEVER ask a pregnant lady if she's able to get any restful sleep. The response will always be "No!")

I can only imagine the increasing force that will be behind these punches and kicks in the next few weeks. At one point, while pregnant with Evie, I put an empty dinner plate on my stomach and she was able to kick it off. 

Oh, the things pregnant gals do to amuse themselves.



Yes, I realize the camera angle makes my stomach look incredibly large compared to my chicken legs.  Oh, well. Everything about me is disproportional right now.

By the way, do you know the first derivative of a cow?
Prime Rib!

  

What happens when a triangle gets into an accident?
It becomes a "WRECK TANGLE!"

 

How can you tell that a mathematician is extroverted?
When talking to you, he looks at your shoes instead of at his!
 

Evie and Baby Boy are doomed. 

Both of their parents went to an engineering school.

(Which means I now have to throw a science joke in just for good measure!)

Platinum and Silver are sitting in a bar. 

Gold walks in and Platinum says, "AU, get out of here!"

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Do I hear crickets chirping?