Today was one of those lounge around in my underwear and one of husband's shirts kind of days.
I finished re-reading (for the billionth time) the Harry Potter series
and I might have eaten all of husband's snacks out of our hospital bag.
Whoops.
I finally got around to washing all of baby's tiny bedding and clothes.
I may or may not have squealed at the cuteness of a pair of socks that fit in my palm.
Hopefully there will be little feet inside those socks sometime this weekend.
Baby is being rather stubborn (I have no idea where she got it from, honestly) and is uncertain about whether or not she is ready to leave her comfy abode. I'm having these fun little contractions that take my breath away and make me feel like I just ran a mile. Little does she know, she's being forced out next Thursday.
(totally not wearing pants in this picture, be offended)
lol sometimes I still get excited about some of Johnathan's clothes...just yesterday I found a bag of 6-12 month stuff and was going through it and kept getting excited and John would just look at me like "mom, you're insane...it's just a froggy on the bum of a onsie, what's so cool about that?" yep. :)
ReplyDeleteBahahaha loved the no pants picture
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