(My baby boy and his "circle bike." He's in love. And he is getting pretty good at pedaling while steering!)
Dear Swollen Body Parts of Mine,
Seriously? This is getting...awkward. I should reeeeeally try to stay off my feet more apparently.
Your job taking you away over night is not cool. Although it is hot that you're speaking at a conference. You're such a grown up! But c'mon home now, my swollen body parts need to be able to sit down in the evenings!
Dear New Followers,
Welcome! I love you for taking the time to click that little button!
Dear My Sweetest Two Year Old Miles,
It is very very very cute how you always insist that your little friends' parents say "I love you," when they leave their kiddos here in the morning. You are precious baby boy.
Your text this morning made me laugh and laugh. I would share it here but it'd probably embarrass you to death.
Did you know that in less than 2 months you'll have a tiny newborn in your arms? Wonderful, weird and wild. Back to blogging with a boob in someones mouth I suppose. It worked with Miles!
What's the deal? You don't want to see me this week? Stop dragging your feet!
I want to go to dinner with you. Because you're awesome and we should hang out more. When there are less crazy kiddos running rampant. :0) Remember that time we stayed up late making flowers together? That was way fun and it was almost a YEAR ago. That's just too long! Don't you think?
Dear Ball Boppers,
You guys can do it! Only a few weeks left. We need the big "W" people! I just hope I'm there to see it!
I have decided that Chantal (no idea how to spell her name but...the one that embalms people) is your soul mate. You can just forget the rest of em now.
You can't get here fast enough tonight.