Lot going on.
Halloween. Awesome. I added pictures to the Fall album. It was chilly, but not freezing. Mia was a pirate that apparently had the appearance of little dutch boy–I didn’t get it, but she got great candy anyhow. Both of the girls did. I have yet to steal some.
Tomorrow we’re breaking Cheyenne’s old bedroom furniture out of the attic and setting it up in Mia’s room, since she has pretty much outgrown her sweet little-girl bed. The past 2 nights she’s been sleeping on a twin mattress on the floor in her room and, except for the Halloween-induced nightmares, she’s done very well on it. So I mentioned the project to Caleb–he has been warned. I don’t think it’s so much the work of getting the stuff down as it is the putting away of the bed he made for her. We’re both a little saddened by the thought.
Caleb picked up fried chicken last night, my most recent insane craving. I threw it out there earlier in the week–he remembered. God bless my husband.
My sister’s baby shower is tomorrow down in Pensacola. I curse myself for not going down there this weekend, but after doing some Christmas shopping in Target I was reminded why I’m waiting until January to visit–presents truimph plane tickets during the holidays. I’ll see her, and her husband, and her baby, soon enough…but right now I’m so homesick for Florida that I could puke.
My friend Inka is pregnant, too–one week behind me, to be exact. She and her husband sent out pictures of her ultrasound and of her belly. She is already round and adorable and glowing and beautiful and pregnant. I’d like to hate her. I can’t, but I’d like to.
I have a very exclusive list of CILFs. (Celebrities I’d like to…). James Franco has officially made the cut. I’m putting him at number 2. If my obsession lasts long enough he’ll replace the Rock at #1. Do not be threatened, sweet Caleb. I find him attractive because he reminds me so much of you. You guys and your cute little ears.