Found A Peanut

So, after we had our first two positive pregnancy tests on June 13, 2009, we headed to our local Ingles for groceries the following day. As we were walking through the produce section, Kevin found a bin of peanuts in the store. Since we had already started referring to the baby as either Peanut (by me) or Weenut(by Kevin), Kevin thought it would be neat to pick up a peanut and give it to me to commemorate our news (awwww). According to Kevin, he diligently searched through the bin until he found the perfect Weenut. Well, I was really focused on getting the grocery shopping done so when Kevin came up to me and handed me a peanut, I just thought he had gotten me a sample to try. Ingles typically has lots of free samples in the produce and deli departments so I just assumed I looked hungry or something to him. As soon as he put the peanut in my hand, I proceeded to thank him for it and started to try to crack it open. Kevin gave me a look of utter shock and horror to which I realized there must be more to this than a free sample. It finally dawned on me that he had gotten a peanut to represent our peanut...the peanut that I had tried to "bash in it's little head" according to my dear husband. I immediately felt bad for not getting his gesture immediately, and fortunately, I stopped myself before actually bashing in the peanut. We took the peanut home and it has been our little game to hide it in various places around the house and find it. I have included a picture of the little peanut in its most recent "hiding place." Once Kevin finds it, he should hide it from me again and the game will continue. :) Yes, I realize that Kevin and I are weird, corny, and sappy, but I wouldn't have it any other way!