Little Mr. Holiday

We spent independence day slacking ass around the house and independence evening at the Wileys. There were burgers, beer, corn on the cob, root beer floats, watermelon and toddler friendly fireworks. Carter was en rapt, Jr. was way more into the giant sand mountain in the alley. Greta took a much needed nap. Jr. did really like the smoke bombs.







You know you are in the right place to buy fireworks when the cowboy owner of the fireworks stand is there with his 4-wheeler complete with a gun mounted to the back and a chihuahua with a Harley Davidson vest. God Bless America.


I was just happy for an extra day off. The other woman at work who is pregnant and 3 weeks behind me told me today that everyone at work comes up to here and says "at least you aren't as big as Autumn." I told her that she was going to miss me when I am gone. With that, we enter week 39. Do I think he will come early? No. Have we picked a name yet? No. I am going with Baby Stink until I lay eyes on him. And maybe he will stay Baby Stink, although legally changing his name to Kid Stink or Teenager Stink at a later date might be a bit more legal work than I am committed to. . . Paging Aunt Liesel Esq.

A little bit of extra one on one time with Mr. Sweetness isn't a bad thing. Jr. spent the weekend working on a 2 year old molar (teething is still a nightmare) and dropped a stool on his dad's toe and broke it - the toe, not the stool. But nonetheless, still my Mr. Sweetness.


Thanks to my mom and aunt Lisa for coming over on Saturday to help us get organized for Baby Stink's arrival. They sorted through MOUNTAINS of baby clothes, did laundry, organized and planted flowers. Now, if I could just keep them for a couple of weeks. . .