Last year...

March 28, 2010 was Molly's due date. I simply can't believe that a year has gone by. I never truly thought our baby would be born on her due date, but I never imagined she would come 9 days after the due date. The longest 9 days of my life (and Aaron's). I've heard that once you hit your due date, you enter a new level of pregnancy. I sure did. I'm feeling a sort of a melancholy joy. Life is passing so quickly, and although I have made a tremendous and conscious effort to savor every moment, time still slips by like water through a fork. My baby girl turns one in 9 days. Last year the 9 days seemed like an eternity and now, I feel like they are speeding by.

*We've been sick around here which has NOT been fun.

*The two teams I picked for the NCAA Championship game are out. (Arizona and Kansas)

*In my opinion, they picked a lousy cast for Dancing with the Stars this season.

Cousins

Becca, Brody, and Baby B came to see us this week. I've never had so much fun watching two kiddos play together. I've never had so many mommy talks. I've never seen Molly quite so tired before! So much fun!

Tidbits

1) I filled in my NCAA bracket at 1:00 a.m. this morning.

2) I met Regis in my dream last night.

3) I love Verne Lundquist. Always have.

Wedding/Wheat/Wednesday

*First, click here to see more of the wedding in which Molly was a flower girl. You can see the awesomeness that it was. Make sure to watch the video at the end of the post.

*Secondly, Gary England taught me that wheat can be found in toothpaste & mouthwash.

*Thirdly, my baby girl likes to make messes. Everywhere. She leaves one behind on her way to make another. She adores outlets (has even taken the outlet covers off), delights in opening any drawer or cabinet door she can reach and emptying the contents onto the floor (some drawers and doors can't be babyproofed, but I'm thinking hot glue?), finds my sewing supplies completely irresistible, and will open the shower door and climb right in with me if I'd let her. Every moment that she is awake is an adventure. I now know what it means to have a busy baby. A few photos as proof:

My mom gave me the great book, In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms, by Dr. Laura Schlessinger, and she writes, "I considered the house a giant toy box with food and just didn't worry about how it looked. I concerned myself only with clean." Sometimes I have trouble with the clean part too. Chances are really high that if you come by our house there will be Cheerios smashed into bits on the floor, paper towels ripped into shreds, toys everywhere, and sippy cups all around...but we're having fun and enjoying life...and that is what it is all about here in our house.