Snapshot

(If we're friends on Facebook, then you've already seen this pic. Too bad.)

Things I love about this picture:
1. L's look of total concentration
2. The fact that T is trying to get dressed and go to work but happily sat and let L accessorize him.
3. My bathroom looks clean and organized!
4. L's chubby fists with a death grip on those bracelets.
5. I knew my husband was hot, but with 15 bracelets on? Meeeee-ow! (and now he's embarrassed)
6. It was just a sweet moment that I'm glad I captured.

Anything to add?

a little Friday funny

 a little Gmail chat (my lifeline to the non-toddler world) conversation from today:  Georgia: i had a dream that you married prince william...like you were kate middleton or something. and you were drinking tea wearing lacy ivory gloves. me: that is hilarious! I mean, I currently have cranberry juice spilled on my shirt and baggy maternity shorts on, but otherwise I'm totally like kate middleton.

 I mean, we are both pregnant, right? Practically twins?

Well, at least the cashier thinks I have it together

[Disclaimer: this "post" is coming from after a tiring and frazzling day in which Sullivan ran away and swam in the gator pond near our house and Lillian ran around like a crazy person all day long]

The 16 year old cashier finishes ringing up my groceries (surprise, surprise, my $50 trip has ballooned to nearly double that) and tells me the amount. Stage left, Lillian is shouting about the balloons she can see and entering whiny mode.

"That'll be $85.00 even. Did you plan that?"

I looked at him in disbelief. Yes, while I was zipping around the store, throwing things in my (unbelievably cumbersome) race car cart at the speed of light while attempting to fulfill my list and entertain the 24 pounds of crazy "driving" us around the store, I calculated out the exact amount that it would take--tax and all--to get to $85.00.

"Um. Nope. Just one of those cool things I guess..."

Maybe he has customers who have it together enough to calculate out dollars and cents like this. They probably coupon and keep complex spreadsheets, too. Maybe someday that will be me.

But not today.

Hooray! He looks like a baby and not a squiggly peanut anymore.

If you are not into ultrasound pics, then this post is not going to be your bag, so to speak.
BUT you can rejoice with us that 2.0 looks healthy and happy, and is still a boy (phew!). I am washing tiny boy clothes, worrying about circumcision, and getting excited about the idea/reality of having a son. A son who will have bows put in his hair by his big sister (she already did this to the sweet son of some friends of ours), and who I'm hoping will have big brown eyes like his daddy's. His ultrasound pictures closely resemble Lillian's, and it shocked me when she was born how much she looked like those 20 week pictures.
We can't wait to meet you, Nameless Baby Boy, but we'd love it if you would cook for at least four more months so that maybe, just maybe, we can have a name selected and a nursery prepared (and a potty-trained big sister?? PLEASE OH PLEASE).

Baby feet are the best.

I hope this is the only time that I ever see pictures of the inside of his brain (but how cool is that level of detail??)

Check out the tiny arm next to his face! He's ripping bows out of his hair already.

Ah, the golden placenta glow

Sweet profile--he is fearfully and wonderfully made

Such a miracle--look at the spine!

Teething=torture

Some days, I get to naptime only with the help of prayer, Netflix, and chocolate birthday cake (in that order).

Easter Recap

I've had a few people ask me how our Easter was, so I thought I'd check in with a quick post. In a nutshell, it was a blur. A fun and exhausting blur that ended with puke, to be exact. Lillian definitely has a penchant for getting sick around holidays--so far she has been sick over both Christmases and one Easter. Hoping she outgrows this trend...
Friday night we celebrated with a delicious dinner at my parents' house with some good family friends, the Dyllas. We started celebrating Easter with the Dyllas in 1996, when I was 10, and we're still at it 17 years later! Pretty amazing, especially considering that my parents and I live in Charleston and their kids live in Atlanta (Hillary was not able to make it from Hawaii, booo!). Anyways, we  had an epic egg hunt (428 eggs +4 adult children+ Lillian and sweet Ann put together L's Easter gift from my parents, a crazy coupe type car, and then became her best friend for the rest of the night.
Saturday was T's 30th, which started a little on the groggy side due to some nighttime antics from our wee lass. There was no special birthday breakfast since we basically woke up and ran around like crazy people so that we could make it to the zoo by 11--the zoo is 2+ hours away. We met T's sister and her family, along with his parents, and had a blast running around the zoo with the rest of the state of SC. Seriously, it was wall to wall people, especially around the more popular animals. L enjoyed climbing on the animal statues and running around with her cousin and grandparents, and would occasionally glance over at the animals. After the zoo we headed to Aiken for a birthday cookout, yummy cake, and more kid wrangling. By the time L finally went down at 9, T and I pretty much collapsed in bed ourselves since he is still fighting a nasty cold bug L brought home weeks ago(yay church nursery!), and I am wimpy and pregnant.
Easter is such an awesome holiday if you follow Christ. It's solemn and joyous, painful and glorious all at the same time. The fact that it's culturally centered around family and spring is also great, though it's tricky to keep the focus on the main thing, which is the incredible fulfillment of the gospel message. We went to a nice service on Sunday morning that used The Story to connect the events of Easter with the entirety of the Bible. It was very well done, though I missed getting to sing "Christ the Lord is risen today." L was in the beginning stages of meltdown mode when we picked her up from the nursery, which basically escalated through Easter lunch and culminated in Puke Fest 2013 all over the car seat just as we pulled out of the driveway to leave. Poor kiddo was so pitiful! She managed to sleep all the way home (even through 13 stoplights in Orangeburg!), was awake long enough to watch Finding Nemo--"feesh! feesh!"-- and then puke again, and went to sleep before 7. So, not the Easter Sunday we had planned for our sweet girl, but what can you do? We're pretty sure she was overtired since she has been fine the rest of the week--just extra sleepy.
Here is the only family photo we captured from the weekend #momfail. At least it's a cute one!

The tongue thing is new. Cute, though, right?