I love my Rico. Last night I fell asleep mid post and ended up waking back up to watch Law Abiding Citizen. We went to sleep discussing if it's a good movie or not (not...it's terrible.) But I love how contrary he is. Then this morning he strolls in, grabs me, says 'Good Morning, Irish" and proceeded to smooch my cheek for about a minute. He told me he loves me, and more importantly, that he likes me. I said "Good, 'cause you're stuck with me."
It's a good way to start the weekend. I want to go to the gym, and bake something. Probably after Jamie bakes David's birthday cake. Whose party is today. I also need to go back to Babies R Us and get Whit something for her shower, which is tomorrow. I left work yesterday feeling as though I had no plans and an easy going weekend ahead of me, but that isn't entirely the case.
Bellamy is rifling through the babies r us gift bag we got for starting our registry last night, asking what it is. I told her we have to start getting baby gear again so we can take care of her brother when he gets here. She stood up, pointed dramatically at the sky, and yelled " I am going to get a pink and purple car! And put Baby Harrison Grey Fougner in it and drive him around everywhere! And you guys will be in there, too!!!" What a good big sister she already is. (Though I am wondering if she'll still want to chauffer him around when she's 16 and he's 13.....)
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