Thirty Weeks!

This little guy and I - we've made it 30 weeks, friends.  I know I've said this before, but he is ROW-DY.  (That is the word "rowdy" with TWO syllables for more emphasis.)  Like, crazy rowdy.  Obviously, I have nothing to compare it to, but I am convinced, the bigger he gets, the more he is claustrophobic like his daddy.  I have felt little heels or elbows or something knobby jab me over and over.  He twists and turns and punches and kicks and wiggles...heck, I think he does somersaults.  I think he just likes to play and have a rambunctious-sort-of-fun. 

With this little one, I think I will have my hands full and my appreciation for quiet and stillness will multiply exponentially...  And I think Mark will finally have a playmate to do crazy things with...because, well, his wife likes to take hot baths and read books and other not-so-crazy things. 

I am almost finished with the nursery.  The picture above is of a little graphic I found online, colored, and cut out to frame on one of his walls.  "I Love Everything About You," it says.  Which, now that I think about it, might be sort of a lie.  I doubt I will love his poop.  Highly doubt that.  Oh well.  At least he will feel warm and fuzzy when he looks at the artwork, regardless.  I have one more frame to fill with a crafty something, a little spot to buy some sort of succulent or something green, and I am hoping to find a little teddy bear or stuffy to set on a shelf...but that's it.  When I am really finished I will post pictures.  Promise.

Happy 30 weeks to ME and my little buddy.  And, well...happy WEEK to you!