Beau discovered that he could destory the flowers with this stick, and that it was a ton of fun.
I’m taking full advantage of it by dropping him off, then coming back to organize our new place. It’s like nesting on steroids. My goals for these next three days are to unpack all the things, try a new recipe everyday, find the closest Trader Joe’s to our new place, and take several naps. Oh, and think about packing a hospital bag seeing as next Wednesday I’ll be FULL TERM!
Four of the guys on Southey’s team at work have pregnant wives that are all due within a month of each other. Everyone got together and bought the babies lots of goodies. He’s only been working with these people for about a month so we didn’t really expect anything from them, but I’m so impressed with how thoughtful the gifts were. Seriously, look at that embroidered bag with Maverick’s name on it…too cute.
We moved into our new place today. I’m exhausted. We’ve got some serious baby-proofing to do, but the thought of unpacking anything tonight seems insane. Also, we won’t have internet until June 6th. Luckily that doesn’t effect Beau’s ability to take photobooth pics of himself.
Nicole hand made some tie-dyed shirts for Beau, I like this one the best because it is a nice cross between bleeding gunshot wound and shark bite victim.
I despise Chik-Fil-A for their political beliefs and contributions to hateful legislation, but they have a play area that is air-conditioned, which is rare, and makes the nasty, humid, NC weather not as effing awful since you can escape it to play.
35 Days to go!
Now I’ve seen enough Toddlers and Tiaras to know that soft drinks and kids don’t mix, contrary to how many pagaents the kids win while hopped up on it. Nicole and I let Beau have his milk, juice, and water to drink. But we went to the flea market last week and he tasted his first Mr. Pibb, and not only did he love it, but he loved it so much it brought tears to his eyes as you can see.
A few weeks ago we went strawberry picking with Beau’s cousins and while he still won’t eat a strawberry, he did enjoy sprinting down the rows, as pictured here.