No title, since this post is fairly unfocused.

If you know Robbie, you know he's a giver.  He likes to share his food; he reserves the pieces that he's already chewed for those who hold special places in his heart.  He'll plug your mouth with his paci on his good days and crack himself up.  Naturally, as his mommy and main play-mate, I am on the receiving end of many of these gestures.  So why am I surprised that Robbie has recently given me not only his love and affection, but his cold too?

It is with that disclaimer that I post the following picture - me, 8 months pregnant, and sick.  I am actually sort of sad that I haven't gotten more pictures of myself throughout this pregnancy, but it's my own fault.  It's just not that fun seeing images of yourself this big!!  Anyways, a few of you (dear friends) have been asking for belly pictures.  You might not after this post!  This one's for you.

Sorry, you get black-and-white for this picture.  Color would have meant running upstairs to throw on some blush, which was entirely too much effort. 

Today was a really fun day (aside from waking up with glands swollen to the size of golf balls and subsequently spending an hour in my dr's waiting room as I attempted to squeeze in for a sick visit and strep test).

We had a meeting at church in the morning, so my mom watched Robbie for us.  After lunch, we took Robbie with us to the nursery and picked out a few bushes and plants for our yard.  Can I just say that I love the nursery!?  (Not surprising, since it is a form of shopping.)  I told Rob today that I'm really sad that our yard overall is pretty shaded - the choices of flowers and bushes that require mostly sunlight were just beautiful!  I love what we came home with though.  And it was really fun to play with Robbie in the front yard while Rob planted.

Robbie prefers my water bottle to his milk bottle.  Mainly because it's 'not for babies'. 

Content to play in his parked wagon... not trying to escape, just pulling at the grass!

"Saturday in the Suburbs."