The neighbor lady is in our backyard chatting with me when Atticus scuttles into the house and reappears with something. He sweetly looks up at her and hands her a soft covered baby's book that he had as a baby and says, 'This is for your baby'.

Thing is, she's not pregnant (but has herself a little 5 month belly).

Uncomfortable? Yes.

But how cute was that?


And then there's the little monkey that can think of a hundred and five million reasons to get out of bed. Tonight he comes to find me and asks, 'Did God make me fat?'

No. Now go get back into bed for the 900th time in the last 30 minutes.


Kids are so funny. Gotta get me some more! (speaking of which, I'm now in my final trimester)