I cannot believe it's Friday. As evidenced by the slew of pictures I'm about to show you, we've been having fun. I have been trying to rest but it's hard when there's so much to do and so much fun to be had.
We started the week with a bonfire at my in-laws, now forever known as Nova and Sandy's pad to Madeline.
Hypothetically, I might have said something like this on the car ride up.
"I'm so excited for a hot dog. It's just sounds amazing right now. Oh no! I forgot my heartburn medicine!"
"I'm still going to eat it anyways."
Good thing love is holding this marriage together and not a pretense of classiness on my part.
On Monday, Madeline and I watched Beckett for a couple hours. Thankfully, I remembered to take pictures this time.
Is it possible to see this face and NOT squeeze it? I submit that it is not.
Madeline loves babies and loves taking care of them.
She's just a smidgen excited to be a big sister.
Just a smidgen.
When Jenny came to pick Beckett up, she brought a Bum Genius cloth diaper and Baby Legs for us.
I really don't want Baby Rockne to came early. I want those lungs to mature as much as possible. But I'll be honest: that diaper and those warmers made me long for a chubby butt and legs RIGHT THAT SECOND.
Then came the highlight of Madeline's week. She got "booed."
I know you can't tell AT ALL from this picture but she was stoked.
And it was some serious loot. A "Max and Ruby" DVD, glow in the dark hand soap, Reese's Pieces, stickers and ghost Peeps.
I have to restrain myself from the Reese's Pieces. Sometimes I can hear them whispering sweet nothings to me from the kitchen counter.
Actually, let's been honest. I probably just need to go buy a replacement because they are awfully hard to leave alone.
After my freak-out day of hearing Baby Rockne is huge and really could come any time now, I got serious with the baby stuff.
I hauled out all the gender-neutral clothes I thrifted over the summer, brought up the baby blankets, slings, car seat gear, sheets and covers and did my first loads of baby laundry.
When Joe came home, he said, "Mmmm, smells like a baby in here."
I'm not a laundry fan but I do love seeing a sight like this.
And the bags are packed, one for me and baby and one for Madeline. Keep cooking, baby, but we are (a little more) ready if you come now.