While shopping, Mister found a new buddy. (More like, J found this buddy and since J thought it was really neat being the USMC mascot and all, A decided it must be the coolest thing since sippy cups.) Needless to say, "Chester" came home with us. There was no removing him from A's grip at the check out counter and J gave me puppy dog eyes when I questioned the necessity of another stuffed thing around the house for the dog to eventually chew the face off of.
The living room makeover involved tools, and the whole scene simultaneously melted my heart and made me very excited to be having a daughter this time around (so someday we can escape to the mall when Sundays become tool time). Anderson saw the tools, and the very cool daddy with the tools, and I was chopped liver with my offerings (books and familiar pile of toys). But how cute is he, "helping" his daddy?
And finally, I think it's safe to say I've entered the "looks pregnant" phase. It's very much preferred to the "looks like she didn't lose her baby weight and eats Nutty Bars for breakfast" phase. Hello, Bumblebee, I seeeee you.
Just for comparison sake, look at the difference a few weeks make. Here's the same belly just 12 days ago:
ps: seeing my camera in the shot above reminded me of something. I've received a few comments lately asking about the kind of camera I'm using. It's a Nikon D60, and I can't say enough wonderful things about it. Simple enough for a technology dummy like myself, but high tech enough to get some really great shots with very little effort. I can only imagine what it could do if I'd ever get around to reading my user's manual and learning its' many tricks.