I promise I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, given birth, or anything dramatic. I've just been kind of blah. I'm tired of writing about pregnancy and yet I've been thinking about little else for the past few weeks, months. This last month is hard y'all.
So instead of whining about my big pregnant self I thought I would share a picture of my other darling child who is not kicking me in the ribs right now.
We got his hair cut last week and I think it makes him look more grown up. Every day he moves farther and farther out from babyhood. It makes me so sad but yet so proud. His new thing lately is "helping" us. If I am dusting then he is grabbing a towel and following along. Same goes for sweeping and vacuuming. It is so adorable.