This morning, instead of going to church and "singing beautiful songs," The Precious and I left the house early to see Daddy finish his first half-marathon! Sadly, we missed actually seeing him cross the finish line by mere minutes, but we were so excited when we found out he made the run in under 2 hours, a goal he's been working so hard to meet. Go Daddy!
A bonus was that Andrew got to ride MARTA for the first time, which was super fun.
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Speaking of fun, Big Brother-To Be is having a fabulous time with the baby paraphernalia that has started appearing. I often find him sitting on the bed that has taken over the nursery, stacking rings, snapping beads together, or requesting that I sing nursery rhymes from a book I keep in there.
And because I have the best friends ever, I have once again been able to borrow so many great things, including the hideous yet oh-so-lovely Exersaucer (thanks Brooke!)
I think the pregnancy has now officially gone to my brain. Phil is out tonight, thus left to my own devices I just finished eating macaroni and cheese and Lucky Charms and watching ... wait for it ... Con Air? Wow. I'm trying to think of anything I could do at this point to erase the sound of Nicolas Cage's version of a southern accent from my head before I try to sleep.
Fortunately, Andrew got a healthier meal in his system than mommy did.
