Adorable photo album Colleen made for us. It's currently filled with great parenting advice like "Don't eat yellow snow" and "Kids hate casserole."
LOOT! (And also, SLOBS!)
Amy, The Targo and I just palled around the rest of the day. We went to one of our old haunts for dinner and chilled at a bookstore for a while. Unfortunately, my stamina has completely plummetted and I was ready to call it a night around 8:30-9:00. Everyone humored me because they're sweet. Or, they feared my wrath.
On Sunday, The Targo and I had a baby class that was absolutely amazing. Our anatomically correct baby doll was a girl. I'm sure that's no indicator of things to come, despite the opinions of the wizened old ladies I know. Like my heartburn, lack of morning sickness, or the way I'm carrying.
Anyhoo. This week's micro-insult: We decided to have lunch at a cute neighborhood sandwich place. We drove, which was mistake number one. We found a parking place almost immediately and were waiting for the current occupant to pull out when some dude and his dad drove around us and pulled into the space. I rolled the window down and said, "Dude!! We've been waiting for that spot. We had our blinker on and you drove around us to pull into it!" He looked at us like we were chewing gum on his shoe and said "That's not how you parallel park" (My head exploded!) The Targo, my wonderful, mild-mannered husband, actually swore at the guy. We were going to make another lap and find a new parking space, but the dude and his father went into the place we were headed. I told The Targo that I was likely to get into a hormone-induced fight and that we should try something else. He wisely heeded his insane wife's warning. HATE! I'm much better now.
Also, it's week 34. I don't know what to say about it except it's been a hard one. I want to live in pajamas, not because I'm uncomfortable, but because when I accidentally catch glimpses in the mirror, I nearly freak. Is that me? Gasp!
Yes, it is. I recognize the booty. Hmm. Well, here's an okay shot of the mom- and dad-to-be. We're dorks.
Red-eye, so so so pretty. And chubby cheeks. Blah. The Targo looks cute though.