We're being lazy on this cold morning and staying in our pajamas until at least noon.
I made orange rolls
(I cheated, they're from the can - don't tell Paul)
and baby keeps trying to kick my mug of egg nog off of my belly.
Poor baby keeps trying to flip over and get in position for birth, but can't seem to get all of the way there. It's pretty funny feeling little feet and hands trying to maneuver a chubby little body upside down. Don't worry baby, you'll get there soon enough.
Until then, I'll try not to use your house as a table.