In the last week Chamblee had a birthday and started school. Jacob learned how to beat the system and take all of the safety plugs out of the outlets. He also got two new teeth and braved a cold. K is out of town for the week and I am eight months pregnant. And loving it.
For the bunny's birthday we decided to get her the one thing that she had been asking for for months. A lot of them. We got her Lightning McQueen roller skates. Sure, they sell princess ones, but she has no time for fairy tales.
We also decided that she needed a fish. So when K got home from work we let her dress herself and headed to the pet store. She picked out the fish and named him, too. Biggity Bop.
I love her so much I'm not sure what to do sometimes. So, Saturday morning, before her party, I took her to get her first mani//pedi and have some sweet girl time:
I let her pick out any color she wanted for both of us...
we got blue on our toes and purple sparkle on our fingers.
It was semi-surreal watching her blow out candles this year.
Homegirl is 3.
As if my tiny baby turning 3 wasn't emotionally taxing enough, she started "school" the next Tuesday. I am loving the place that we chose and she is, too.
First Day
Walking in
Sister being at school has opened up hours for me to have time with my sweetest, softest little dinosaur man. It's only been week 1, but I have been l o v i n g the extra time to read, play and snuggly with this guy- uninterrupted.
He finally got a big boy seat. My friends kind of pressured me into it.
Y'all. He was still in a carrier seat. Stop the judgement. At once.
Oh. The outlets.
Y'all. He started kind of sneaking around all quiet and doing it on the sly.
Then he just got cray cray and was all, "I do what I WANT"
Um. Do you see the plugs on the floor?
Oh, and the outlet cover?
What is happening.
His crib is now in the center of the room. Rascal.
He must be rebelling from Chamblee withdrawals. He missed her so much on her first day- he was walking around with Owlie, hands out, saying, "Chamblee? Chaaaaambleeeeee?" And when it was finally time to pick her up I asked him if he was ready to go get sister and he sprinted. sprin.ted. to the front door. And then I died. It was the sweetest thing I have ever. seen.
Their love is my favorite thing to watch these days.
While daddy's away, we have tv dinners
...and movies.
Speaking of daddy. This guy.
The hardest working man I've ever known. Eva Eva.
Still makes every minute that he has with the kids [and me] count.
We miss him every moment he is away- every single one. But we are also happy to share, because we know just. how. awesome. he is.
Man. Lucky babies. Lucky me.
33 Weeks this weekend!
Time. Flies.
Can't wait to meet this sweet Guffey baby!!!
*I would like to note that I have put my man on business travel lock down once September arrives.
Ain't nobody got time for going into labor alone. Ya heard?
33 weeks and I'm going to two pool parties in the next 2 weeks.
That's right. Imma be in a bathing suit.
Watch Out!
Until Next Time,
The Guff
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