My Braves failed me.
My logic failed me.
Uhhh... Who didn't? My friend Stacy. Who watched four kids so I could go to the game. Well, hello, champion woman. The kids were aged 3, 22 months, 19 months and oh. 8 months. No, I am not supermom. She is.
*fist bump*
I thought for sure if we paid for good seats at the game I'd go into labor and ruin everything.
Baby Guffey is still cozy and content. I am too. I'm used to and also kind of enjoy having weekend babies. It's super convenient. Both of our others were born on a Sunday. 3 for 3? I'd be willing to bet on it.
This morning the plan was to make brownies and take them to K's work. Until I realized that we are out of eggs... so we're on our way to Dunkin Donuts and then the high rise. Every time we see a tall building Cham asks if that's where daddy goes to work, and, "When can we go see where daddy goes to work?" So, today is the day. It's Friday, I'm about to have a baby and I kind of want a blueberry donut, anyway. Works out. We're just waiting on C to wake Jake up from his naptime... ... ...
I'm trying to convince my parents to go ahead and come for the weekend... there's a baby on the way and I miss hanging out with my mama. Public invite to sway the vote?
GO BRAVES!
Until Next Time,
The Guff
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