I get to eat all these cookies from the comfort of my stretchy maternity pants. Pregnancy for the win! B and I decorated these cookies a few nights ago, and there are quite a few gone. Here is a cheesy picture that B set up of me putting my "bun in the oven". Please disregard my closed eyes. I was probably laughing and calling B "Daaaaad" like I always do when he suggests something borderline lame.
When we lived in Texas, my girlfriends loved B so much they were always inviting him out for girls nights with us mostly because he was such a dad. He drove us around, told awful jokes, played Bob Seeger too loud, and made sure no creepy guys were bothering us. Eggplant is going to be sooo embarrassed. I can't wait.
B's "dadness" is definitely one of my favorite things about him. I just love that guy. How can you resist this face?
xoxo
AK
p.s. Baby, there are lots of things that I hope you learn from me. I hope you learn to use your imagination and creativity, I hope you learn to love learning and knowledge, and I hope you learn how important patience and kindness are. But, baby, I REALLY hope you don't learn how to pout from me. If you pout even 1/4 as well as I do, Daddy and I are in trouble. I caught myself pouting the other day about something, and Daddy caved right in. I looked at him and said "uh-oh". Maybe you'll just inherit my huge caterpillar eyebrows instead.
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