Does this happen to everyone? I have no non-baby thoughts left in my brain. And if I do, they are not suitable to share in polite company because honey badger.
So I'm going to share the photos that I just snatched off the camera and you can scroll through the feed of the 'gram to see the happenings and we can all pretend like that's some quality blogging. Bueno.
This child has been climbing since before she could walk. At the zoo on Monday she saw a novelty giraffe made out of Legos. Lizzy was able to scoop her up JUST as she was saying "Yay! I climb!" and reaching for his ridgey thigh.
I was not even messing around when I said we needed a new chicken coop before baby arrives. Or after. Just start building, Mr. Dweej.
Stubborn #1 refused to pedal, stubborn #2 refused to get out of the backseat. This is like watching myself outside of myself.
Outdoor book reading season. It's a thing.
If only his hand wasn't grabbing at his butt. And the yard wasn't flooded by their sprinkler game. And it didn't look like 7 shades of kuntry out there. What I'm saying is that you need to imagine everything looks pristine while that horse-drawn cart ambles by like NBD, okay?
If you're already building a new coop during your last couple weeks of pregnancy, you might as well put together that new playset that you forced your husband to agree to. Because why not? Also: older children- you gotta git you some o' dem.
Brace yourself for tomorrow's belly pic. Because wow.