WELL, the month of LOVE is just about over....
and if I am going to keep up my super "high expectations" of myself for blogging once a month, I better get on it.
This picture is worth a thousand words.....and at LEAST that many calories.
I don't think I could represent FEBRUARY any better.
I felt like it was an endless stream of baked goods.
Does anyone else feel this way about FEBRUARY...or is it just because I'm pregnant and feeling quite entitled to anything indulgent?
I am SOOOO pregnant with our third. I mean, I haven't even started my sweet baby's prenatal journal yet. Can you believe the nerve?
Jackson's had 10 entries by now, and Penny's...at least 3. Ok, probably 1. Don't worry baby, you are loved, nonetheless. We are anticipating your arrival with excitement every day. Aspen LOVES to sing to you and usually starts her songs with, "Hi Jamie, this is Aspen." Not lovin' the "Jamie"...lovin' the girl though.
(I did add the official "baby countdown" to our blog. Does that count for something?)
February highlights:
I was able to travel with Tom to Phoenix last week for a little early anniversary/Valentine's Day celebration. It felt so good to sit in the sun! (Even if it was only in the mid 60's.) To my paste-y whiteness if felt like 90! It was so fun to be with Tom. He trained. I read. We ate. A LOT.
On to March. Bring on the SPRING!
7 comments:
So nice to catch up on your lives, Liza! Think about you often and adore you immensely!!
cute post. i'm happy to see what you've been up to!
love it. And love the baby count down!
and by the way I copied your background. Hope you don't mind!
Can I order a dozen of those please! :) They look yummy!!
So excited about James. And I'm lovin' the "Jamie." It's adorable coming from a big sister! I'll be looking forward to your March post! :)
We are so excited for you guys. Jamie made me laugh. Beck gets called "Becky" quite a lot by some of the adoring older(but still little)girls in our neighborhood. Its kind of funny because I get a little worked up worrying that its going to stick but I'm just crossing my fingers. I will be one of the neurotic (i wish there was spell check for that one...)moms determined to let all his teachers know that he is to be called Beck and that alone.
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