Dream. On.

I'm excited about being pregnant in the winter. It's not winter yet, so I don't know how well it will work out for me, but I'm looking forward to it. Of course when I had Chamblee there were record high temps in the south. This time will be totally different. I'll get to wear sweaters and boots and wrap up in a blanket by the fire instead of wearing shorts and a tank top while laying on the couch with a bowl of ice cream cubes to cool me off.

Speaking of boots. I got some yesterday! I love them. I'm gonna wear them every day.

I need to get Cham a good winter coat. I was cleaning out her closet and dresser and I noticed that she doesn't have any fall or winter clothes. Not even a jacket that fits. It'll be so different with her walking around in a big jacket instead of me carrying her around in a little blanket. She's gotten to be such a big girl.

Speaking of clothes. I wish I had friends having girls. We were so incredibly blessed by friends and co-workers with bags and tupperwares full of clothes and cloth diapers when I was expecting Chamblee. And, while I hope to have another little girl one day, I have to get rid of some of the clothes and diapers she has accumulated. There are just too many! From newborn to 12 months, the girl has filled three 20-gallon tupperwares of clothes and one of cloth diapers. Whoa. So, in preparation for this little boy I have been doing some serious cleaning out.

Cham's room is the biggest in the house and just so happens has 2 closets- so the babies will be sharing a room for a while. I'm excited to decorate all over again - for a shared nursery! Now. How should I arrange their beds?

I do hope my friend will come down before she gets too pregnant:) and help me decorate this double nursery. I can't wait to see what her nursery will look like. She's got serious style. 

Style. I really don't have any. I dream about it, and I know it when I see it, but I can't seem to get it together for myself. Today I bought my first pair of platforms. I really love them, except that I feel like I am walking on double heels. I'm too much of a mom to be walking around wearing heels, but I have a bachelorette party in Tennessee this weekend and when outfit planning I realized I didn't own a pair of heels. seriously. Just wedges. Who have I become?! So I went all out and went for the pimp shoes. Here they are, the pretty little things: 

Don't you all wish you could see a video of me walking downtown in these all weekend? Dream. On. 

Until Next Time, 

The Guff