Outside my window... a cold but beautifully sunny day . . . still no snow on my actual birthday, even though that was my fervent prayer all though grade school.
I am thinking: I had a great birthday today. I am blessed with great family and friends!
I am wearing: maternity khakis, a striped purple shirt, and my favorite woolly socks
I am remembering: how achy I feel when I wake up fifty gajillion times during the night. The third trimester is not kind to my hips, but I'll live.
From the kitchen: There was very little from my kitchen today. I got a reprieve on all the KP duty and I ended up only making a couple of steak sandwiches for Rob and myself. I did not prepare one thing for any of the kids, and it freed up hours of my day.
Around the house: Kids are in bed and all's quiet on the northern front.
On my mind: Bun will be 2 in just a few weeks, and I still call him "the baby." If you had told me, when I was first married, that I would be pregnant three times in under four years, I would have laughed my head off and told you to SHUT UP. Hearts change, thank God.
A picture thought I am sharing: