26 years old and 30 weeks pregnant

Today I turned 26 years old and I turned 30 weeks pregnant. It was a wonderful day! Graham and I had lunch at the Olive Garden, then while he refused to take a nap I cat napped on the floor of his room while he drove cars on my face. Then we went out for smoothies. Really the day couldn't have been better unless Ryan would have been in town. But we celebrated before he left on his trip so all is well.

















The "3" and "0" are for 30 weeks in case anyone was lost.

I'm a big kid now...

Well almost. Graham is our little potty training champ! We are no where near complete with this task but he has been so cooperative. (Knock on wood) knock, knock, knock.





















His favorite thing to do is play basketball while he waits. And unwrap foil chocolate balls left over from his stocking. But don't ask him if he wants to eat the chocolate, he doesn't, and will be borderline offended that you asked. (Note the chocolate balls on the counter).