No…Power Day is not over.
This is just a brief interuption because I need a little brain dump.
First up….I have obsessed over patio furniture for the last, oh, forever.
So I did it. I ordered. More to come when more actually come.
Next – I hung some stuff on the living room wall.
Obviously I didn’t take the time or put in the effort to switch out the ugly photos, paint frames or do pretty much anything else.
I figured I’d show ya because….yeah, it’s coming down.
I got something big (literally and figuratively) that’s going up….something that makes my heart beat fast and gets my sexy-and-you-know-it vote.
Just keeping it real.
Tomorrow is the day.
Tomorrow we find out…for sure….whether it’s baby blue or pretty in pink. And when I say for sure…I mean, maybe…as long as we get the little one to give us a proper crotch shot.
My apologies to those googling “proper crotch shot” and getting this post instead.
Which leads me to a phone dump.
Some are super old….like this one from our very first appointment when we confirmed that Will indeed exists and it wasn’t just a weird case of the runs.
Did you know that when I was about 15 weeks pregnant with Will, I cut myself really bad with a rusty box cutter and I was certain that I would indeed either contract a flesh-eating bacteria or my baby would end up with a third head? It’s true.
This is Will at zero days old. He was so swollen. This kinda explains why the first thing I said to Jeremy after seeing Will was “I swear he’s yours!”
Tinkler the winkler…just a few weeks old.
Cousin Cole giving some love.
My sister’s car. Yikes.
A little reading time. I love that Will has both the paci and lovey and has his arm hooked under Coles.
Thanksgiving foursquare nighttime tournament with the family.
We were in the thrift store and Will put this helmet on before I could shriek – BUGS!
And yes…I find chunks of ice all over the house. Will has learned that he can open the freezer, pull out items at his leisure and leave me cubes wherever he pleases. At first I thought he was pulling some kinda Houdini act with the diaper….so I took great precautions cleaning up the mystery puddles. That’s until I saw the chunk that sank the Titanic on the living room chair and this drifter on the stairs.
dump complete 🙂 what a closing remark, huh?!