Love Languages.

My new friend Ashley recently told me about the 5 Love Languages. I have heard of these in passing before mostly from reality TV, but never thought about it. Then she was telling me about her main love language and her husbands and how knowing which way they feel the most love has really improved their relationship. (not that anything was wrong, but you know what I mean) So last night I did the online profile that you can find here... http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/

I found out that I am an 11 for "Words of Affirmation" and a 10 for "Physical Touch" so those are my two main love languages. The other three were pretty low with 6, 2, and 1. I found it so interesting. I am sure that most of my family could tell you that I am needy, and like verbal confirmation that I am doing a good job, and goodness knows I am a physical person giving hugs to everyone.....but I never thought about it in terms of feeling loved.

I can't wait to make James do the quiz...I am sure it will take a little nagging before it happens. I have also decided that I want to know what my family and friends love languages are so that I can express my love for them in the way that they need it the most. So do the profile and let me know.

Still Pregnant....

Getting bigger by the second, no baby yet, but we are getting excited for his arrival. At the ultrasound on Tuesday the doctor said that he is probably around 8lbs 7 ounces already, and that I am 2cm dialated, so we are just playing the waiting game.

What was I thinking!!!!

Can you believe all this hair!!! Its not mine if that's what you were thinking. Yesterday Miles went from this.....

.....to This.....

I don't know what I was thinking going so short. James used the clippers on his hair and before I knew it all that beautiful brown was gone to almost nothing! I am sure James thinks I am ridiculous, but for those of you who remember James' shaggy hair before his military cut, you know what I like. Doesn't he look so grown up?

Chilly week...

Last week was pretty chilly in Georgia. (we made up for it over the weekend with 70 and sunny) But that didn't stop Miles from enjoying his bike outside in the driveway. I love the expression of determination in this shot.

Here he is showing off how strong he is as he carries his bike into the garage.

Even though I am a little out of commission when it comes to using a bike or scooter, Miles was not alone in his adventures......Dads right along side him on the scooter with his own little hat to boot. You can see he had just gotten off of work and got suckered into playing outside in the cold....nice boots honey!

Don't tell Dad....

Yep, that's my boy......devouring what is left of the cake batter on the spatula. I have no idea how often James checks our blog, but he will be less than thrilled that this happened......something about raw eggs and salmonella. I mean, does that really happen to the little kids that eat cookie dough, or lick the beaters. If all of you are judging me and secretly thinking that I am risking poisoning my child, speak now or forever hold your peace. Otherwise enjoy the mess you didn't have to clean up.


So gross....isn't it.

Its the Final Countdown....

dada da da. da da dadada....cue Gob dancing on the stage. I tried desperately to find a good clip of his magician's intro from Arrested Development, but couldn't find one. For those of you that know the show, I know you are laughing....and for those of you who don't, I highly suggest you watch the old episodes on Hulu.

Well. Here we are, just one month for D day. I went to the doctor on Tuesday and he says it could happen in a day, or in a few weeks, but he is betting on sooner rather than later.
What! I need these four weeks! Every little twinge, extra hard kick, extreme urge to pee....they all make me think I am going into labor. Its so ridiculous!