First of all, who has a husband that remembers her half birthday? And celebrates it?

I do.

Andy is seriously my favorite, and I am ridiculously blessed.

It’s started to feel a little Spring-y around here.

Bi-polar weather:

Poor trash man. Good thing he has two adorable little girls who wave to him, even on rainy days.

Later that same day, the weather was beautiful! Sunshine!!

I planted primroses to add some color to the front yard  garden. And I put some peas in the ground. Garden plans are coming along nicely, now I just need to recruit a couple people to help me spend a day or two planting. I’m thinking if I garden hard enough right around 39 weeks gestation, we may have a March baby instead of April…

And, we’re in the process of cleaning out the garage. Spring cleaning meets pregnancy nesting at its finest right here folks!

It’s still in the disaster phase, but I’m well on my way to having an actual pantry area! Alleluia!

And thanks (again) to my amazing husband.

Just to keep it real, what happens when we concentrate all our efforts on some project outside? The inside of our house looks like this:

The girls were a huge (read: none whatsoever) help when it finally came time to pick up (read: Mama finally flew into a hormonally-induced rage, cursing every toy she nearly tripped over)… I mean, if they can make a mess like that, they can certainly clean it up, right?

Thanks (for the third time) to my awesome husband for un-disaster-ifying that room before Ladies Night yesterday. You’re sincerely the best.