These two checking out their new romping ground. If I could only convince them that the woods are not exciting!
This baby wants out. I want him to stay put for at least another week or so.
Unpacking is soooo slow. I'm too big, David is too busy. There are too many other fun things to do.
In my hormonal delirium, I decided to overhaul the nursery furniture. In explanation (and hoping he'd get on board), I actually told my husband that I felt like I needed to sacrifice a little for the new baby. He's number 3, I wanted him to feel that we had done and made special things for him. The project was larger than I imagined. Let it be known, I have sacrificed for baby Roman.
Which by the way, will be his name. Still working on the middle one.