Sunday after church we met up with Uncle G, D.D., and Big Daddy for lunch, but because we have an earlier service than they do (and because Big Daddy reportedly stood around and talked after their services) we had some time to spare. Since Reese ALWAYS wants to be "out-side" we took her for her first trip to the park. (Technically this wasn't her first trip. When she was about 2 weeks old I was convinced I would never lose the baby weight so I loaded her up and we went for a walk at the park. Seriously? Two weeks old. Also known as the point in time when I was wasn't emotional, horomonal, or irrational. AT. ALL.)
She had the best time, and so did her mother. I climbed on the monkey bars, went down the slide, rode on the little chicken swing right next to her on the rabbit swing. All in my Sunday clothes.
Do y'all know what the A-master had the nerve to say to me yesterday? He said, "she is so precious I want 3 more just like her." GASP. Just typing it makes my palms break out into a cold sweat. Don't get me wrong. She is great and all, but it was a lot of work to carry her for 9 long, hot, hot, hot, hot months. Plus she is expensive, and I feel sure that part isn't going to get any better. And did I mention how hot it was when I was preggo? June, July, August, September. IN. THE. SOUTH. Peeps, it was so hot. And I was so miserable. That part I remember clearly. Somebody say a prayer for him because as long as I'm his wife we will not be having 3 more just like her.
we are waiting on SPRING...
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