Prego Brain

With 4 1/2 weeks left, I am ready to be done with this prego business. My head doesn't work properly, gravity is no longer my friend, and I can't even read Tate books on my lap without his bony little elbows and baby's bony protuberances colliding. So last week Josh and I finally put up pictures in the house to make it look and feel more like our home. I love the set up of the frames, but some of the pictures need to be replaced. During nap time on Friday I decided to get things done and ordered the much needed pictures. Each day I excitedly check the mail for the package of happiness, but today I found that I sent it to the wrong address... A Utah address... Oh the brilliance of prego me.

Tate is showing off his personality more every day. In church on Sunday during the sacrament he was contentedly sitting beside me when all the sudden he popped up like a daisy and shouted, "Daddy? Where are you daddy," as Josh passed the sacrament. The branch presidency seemed to enjoy it so I didn't worry about it to much. That night he went to bed on time like normal, but an hour later cries for his binky could be heard. Josh went to rescue him from his binky-less dilemma and after listening to him look for 5 minutes, I went to go join the search. Tate was kindly saying, "Binky? Where are you binky?" over and over. As I came in he said, "Mommy will find you." Daddy did end up finding the binky but I love that he just knew I could do it. Tate thought watching his parents crawl all over was hilarious and was even more delighted when daddy gave him a turn with the flashlight. He did not want to part with it and probably would have gazed into it like a deer all night if we had let him. What a funny little man.

We LOVE cookie dough!

How daddy really feels about sharing his Legos.

Anything with wheels.

 Tate played with Legos for the first time last week with Daddy and has found one of his favorite things to do. He prefers his Legos pre-assembled, but he'll soon catch onto the building thing I am sure.