Valentines Pictures (Belated as always)

Yea for Evan! As one might gather from the previous post, Evan remembered Valentines Day. Remembered it and celebrated it. He did good - to put it mildly. Some flowers, some chocolate (DEFINITELY a good idea for the pregnant woman), a blog post, a night of bowling and a steakhouse. Another good idea for this Texan meat lovin' woman. Evan made sure to take a picture of me to post on the blog so here it is. Also, my first picture of me this pregnancy (this is for you Chanel). Only 10 weeks to go until baby #2 makes his arrival. I talked to my friend Rach who just welcomed her second and I don't know why but it scared me! I know that I've done this before but I'm having serious confidence issues on getting a human bowling ball (ha, ha) out of me. As an epidural lover, labor doesn't make me break into a sweat but pushing - I think I'm perspiring as I type. All I know is that Colt didn't get here easily and my doctor informed me that second children (especially if you have the same gender which is ahem...me) tend to be larger than the 1st. I need a serious confidence boost. Either way, he's gonna get here and I'm so looking forward to meeting him. Now if I could just convince Evan that Ernest is not an appropriate name for this child (not a joke folks...)

On another note, I've spent the last week here in Texas and am loving the weather! It will kill me to leave the 70 degree days. I even brought my capris. Mind you, they're not maternity and when I couldn't make them go past my thighs I decided it would have to be the thought that counts.

One more thing - I need to vent. Why is it when I take my child to a playground, library storytime, etc. that I always end up parenting someone else's child? Not because I want to. But because there's alway one kid pushing, shoving, hitting my child while the bully's mom is sitting there, oblivious, reading a magazine!?! Since when is it my job to stop your child from terrorizing others? Stop reading your magazine and be a mother, woman! I'm stepping off my soapbox for now.

Last but not least, Evan's pregnant picture. I could not make the man take a normal picture so I'm posting this in hopes that I might have a more convincing argument next time...

BE MINE!

Unfortunately, you don't get to here from Rebecca in this post. She struggles with getting pictures up of herself so I am helping her out with a dedicated Valentine post. She's such a great mom and wife. Plus she looks adorable when she's exhausted - which she will shortly get to relive with numero dos on his way. Here's a little Valentine Ryhme for you sweetie:


Flowers and chocolates are easy to buy
but they don't come close for this guy
to expressing my love and appreciation
for the hottest wife in the nation.

I love your sassy attitude;
you definitely have a spine.
So thanks for sticking with this dude.
Will you BE MY VALENTINE?!

I am officially embarrassed but oh well. I love you Babecca!

Pictures (Finally!)

I'm guessing that most of y'all are wondering if I really have ever taken a picture of my son. Here's my proof that we did document his 2nd birthday. If it seems a little over indulgent with how many pictures I posted - remember that I am trying to prove a point that I will take a picture every now and again. Oh and funny story on this cake. I was not a crafty mom and went for the whole ordering Colt's cake. That's just my style I guess. Well the best was when I told Evan that the cake cost $80 but Colt only "turns 2 once." That was such a priceless exchange (priceless for me, heart stopping for Evan). In fairness, the cake I did want really did cost $80 but I do have a little money sense. The relief that came over Evan when I said it was only $17 was unparalleled, I'm sure.
Blowing out the candles with Nana...

I'm loving the blue mustache.

The loot ... notice Colt's hand reaching for a present.

One of the favorites. He is loving anything to do with a truck - I should broaden that to anything with wheels.