My Valentines

At our heart-y breakfast this morning. Not pictured: Dorothy, Honey, and tub of Oreo ice cream.

True love

I know you think that before one starts a new post on their blog they have some idea what they might say. Well, you are wrong. I have nothing. I probably should be all like "Hey, can you believe what is going on Egypt?" (the Sphinx's nose eroded off) or "Come join me at this rally for social justice!" (but really I am staying home). That is just how it is today and you need to give me unconditional love anyway because I am still your one and only.

My friend Pat Mc is going to the Grammy's today! The order of people he should stalk for me goes like this: Harry Connick Jr., Britney Spears, Kim Kardashian, Lady Gaga and Aron Neville's mole. But I think he got it removed?

Apparently Ellen & Charlie were out on the town this weekend and I am kind of hurt they didn't invite us out. Who better to buy shots (Jake) and chant their names (me) than your way older brother and gestating SIL? The worst part was that we missed our chance to hear first-hand about cousin Dominic's new love affair with Indian men in white denim. Stupid once every five year window of fertility!

Just in case you thought I was kidding about having nothing to say, this post should prove it. Do some hip openers today in preparation for Valentines' Day, like we did in yoga.

Happy 30th Birthday Casey!

my weekend

only take one shower - check
get caught up on DVR shows - check
make chicken tortilla soup - check
not clean toy, book, and sock infested house - check
snuggle with daughter - check
watch Business of Being Born with Jake (his take away? "birth is not pretty") - check
take SIL Ellen out to Punch - check
get $42 parking ticket while at dinner - check
Yoga at Blooma - check
allow my child to run wild with older boys at Central HS while we greet at Bloom - check
long nap - check
use up entire box of Kleenex thanks to %#$& cold -check
Super Bowl and chili with Hos - check
not actually watching a minute of the game - check
miss Jake even before he leaves for work trip - check
be mildly nauseated even at 6 months pregnant - check
love my life - check

extreme makeover

first haircut EVER!

and a style!

anything for a lollipop

dress-up and photos

lots of curls, naturally

Oh, Toodles!

I didn't die!

I can breathe! True, I am still stuffy and red-nosed but no longer suffocating! It's a bona fide miracle! Not mention the fact that my fam bought me a pair of stylish MBT boots for my birthday so I am slowing catching up to 2008. My friend loaned me her chic (chic is fancy for cute) maternity jeans so now I can actually leave the house without looking like a total lump-a-dump. At least some days. Finally, we actually felt Honey kick from the outside last night! She gave my tummy a little thump and it even moved! Anterior placenta be damned, I saw it.