The Final Countdown

12 days till my due date!

I had been trying to prepare for another late baby, but then at the appointment with my midwife yesterday, she said she would be surprised if the baby didn't come within the next week!

All of this is so mental for me.

With Addison, I completely freaked out as soon as she was one day overdue.

I suddenly felt so claustrophobic (weird? or do you know what I'm talking about?),

so uncomfortable (I mean like a thousand times more uncomfortable than the previous week),

and just plain miserable. I was in total "get this baby out of me!!!!" mode.

I tried everything from raspberry tea, exercise, tons of oregano dousing my food, and every single trick in the book for trying to induce labor.

 (I never tried castor oil, but my cousin did and she swears it worked!)

Nothing worked. She took her sweet time and came a week later--thankfully not longer than that!

So, the past few weeks, I've been trying to pretend that my due date is actually later than the 11th,

just so that if she's late, it won't be so stressful.

Imagine my happiness yesterday when I was told she just may be a week early!

Oh my gosh. The greatest words ever!

Now...I'm super excited about the prospect of having this baby in as little as a few days,

but, that's going to make it even more difficult than ever if I go over my due date!

Ahhh! Why do I over think this so much?

Brad is so much more rational about all of this.

His attitude is that she'll arrive when she's ready, when God wants her to. He makes it sound so simple!

*Although I do have to add, ever since I told him what the midwife said yesterday, he's been hovering over me..."Are you okay?" "Are you having contractions?" "Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"Is the baby coming?" "How are you feeling?" "What's wrong?" "Do you want me to stay home from work?" "You need to sit down!"

I'm not complaining. It's cute to see him so worried about me:)

Anyway. Regardless of whether she comes today, tomorrow, or two weeks from now (please not that one!), it's the final countdown.

I keep adding to the list of things I need to get done, and for every one thing I check off the list,

I add two more, so the list kind of discourages me.

But I love lists, so I shall keep adding and crossing off and feeling super accomplished

 at all the cross-offs!

And you know what? In reality, if I went into labor right now and we had to leave for the hospital,

life would continue on just fine, even with all the oh-so-important things that haven't been checked off.

Funny how perspective can change in an instant.

I'm pretty sure once I'm sitting there holding a new baby and longing to see my Addison at home,

my list won't make a bit of difference.

And neither will the number of days early/late that this one made her grand entrance:)

A Good Day For Pictures

Well since I'm due two weeks from today, I thought maybe I should stop procrastinating and finally take some pregnancy pictures, which turned into pictures of Addison and me,
and some silly ones of all of us!

It had been snowy and dreary all week, but today was in the 50s and it felt like a nice fall day,

which we haven't had too many of this year!

 A beautiful day for some pictures, taken by my amateur photographer hubby, who did a great job:)

I should mention, I have a slight obsession with Instagramming pictures (which I'm sure serious photographers make much fun of, but that's ok!)

Here are my favorites of the day...

On another note completely, church today was so good...

A missionary we partner with spoke and he had some pretty powerful things to say, well worth repeating.

However, my mind is still sort of processing it all.

A lot of it struck some personal chords with me, and I'm not sure what to do with all of it.

So, more to come this week!

Have a great last little bit of the weekend:)

Wintery Fall Days

For someone who doesn't like winter, I've actually enjoyed this week.

I guess I always like it when it first snows...although this year seems especially early to me.

It's beautiful outside, and nice because it's not so much snow yet that we have to shovel and scrape our way to the car!

The first pic is from a bush next to our front porch that I thought was beautiful with all the icicles;

the second is the trail head a couple of blocks up from our house.

I love the mountains with snow on them!

Anyway, like I was saying, it's been a pretty enjoyable week.

With it being so cold out there (I know I know, this is nothing compared to what's coming, but I'm seriously a wimp about the cold),

we've spent a lot of time indoors, which is so needed right now.

I've been able to get so much done to be ready for Lily to make her entrance into the family,

cleaned, organized, cooked and froze a meal or two, and relaxed!

That last one is hard for me; if I relax, I feel lazy, even though I know that at this stage in pregnancy, it's not only justifiable, but necessary!

Here's the problem. I'm all or nothing. Balance in this area is difficult for me.

I go and go and go and go and go and go one day;

the next day, I'm exhausted and basically worthless.

Brad tells me everyday not to overdo it, but I generally do anyway, and then pay for it.

So, today, I relaxed all morning, went to the gym this afternoon (but took it pretty easy--trying not to injure myself right before labor!), cleaned up the house and baked some healthy sweet potato brownies (in the oven now!), am taking a break from everything to write this while Addison sleeps, then it's cook dinner, and relax for the evening. See, trying to be balanced through the day! Not bad eh!

I still feel like I should be doing more, but I'm almost 38 weeks and having lots of contractions, so I'm gonna play it safe and try to enjoy this downtime!

Enjoy the weather...and TN friends/family...don't even talk to me about the 80 degree day you're having in Nashville! (but do enjoy some sunshine for me:))

On My Mind...

I've had so much on my mind the past few days, I've been procrastinating writing.

Part of me wants to write every detail that's racing through my brain,

but the other part of me wants to keep some of it to myself (this is the part I'm choosing).

I realize some things are better kept private, although I want to be open and honest in my posts.

I also realize there are some things that are okay to leave between me and God.

 And other things I couldn't accurately convey, so I won't attempt!

Do you ever feel the weight of the world?

Not necessarily on your own shoulders to deal with all alone, but just the sheer weight of it?

All the struggles and hurts and needs out there that only God can ultimately handle?

I've had one of those weeks.

 I have them semi-often, but this week I felt the enormousness of it all.

It was overwhelming to me...still is. I'm not able to process it all, it's just too much.

I'm not trying to be a debbie-downer and dwell on negative things. But the Lord has really laid on my heart how incredibly blessed I am...which in turn has made me more inclined than ever to be a blessing to others in any way I can.

On my heart are all the people out there going to bed hungry...

or worse, watching their kids go to bed hungry.

The millions babies in the world who don't have a single person to love them.

The women who have been sold into sex slavery.

Child slavery.

The list could go on and on, obviously.

What's my point in all this??

Let me try to be concise (this is where I have a million thoughts all jumbled up, but I will just share a few)

First of all, talking about these issues isn't really popular, or fun...it's uncomfortable, and the overwhelming majority of American's attitudes is that it's way too big a problem to be fixed.

That was my attitude at one point.

It was too hard, too sad to think about, and seemed pointless since it seemed like what I, one person, did couldn't make a dent in things.

So I sat. I pushed aside the sad feelings and went about my business, living my blessed happy little life, trying not to think too much about the suffering part of humanity.

I'm guilty.

But a few years ago, through a book I was reading, as well as two passages in the Bible that I kept ending up at (Matt 25 and Isaiah 58), God wrecked my heart.

He totally changed me on the inside. However, I didn't really know what to do, where to start.

This has been an ongoing journey for me for sometime now.

Small segway:

I used to laugh at my husband when he would talk about changing the world.

I am ashamed to say, I even discouraged him at times, saying 'you're only one person, just do what you can do and don't worry about the rest.' (He's a teacher, and has huge ambitions for changing the entire trajectory of the way the young generation is headed...a seemingly impossible task, but one he is moved by God to attempt and do his part as much as he is able).

Well, I understand what he meant now.

I want to change the world.

Not in the same way he does; our passions aren't the same. God has instilled in each of us a heart for different things, but now we support each other.

If everyone had the attitude I once had (why try, do what you can do, let bygones be bygones, don't stress about what you can't change), what a pathetic place the world would be.

There are thousands of ministries out there helping millions of suffering people.
Each ministry started because

 ONE person had a heart to see hurting stop somewhere, and decided to MOVE where God told them to move.

I read something recently that really hit home for me...nailed my thoughts right on the head.

It was along the lines of this:

I'm just an ordinary girl. Nothing spectacular. Why in the world would God want to use me? He certainly doesn't need me! But...he created me for a purpose...I'm here, now, for a purpose, and he wants to use me. If only I am obedient and will let him.

I guess that's where I'm going with all this.

I can't sit and be idle. No more excuses. No more saying I'm gonna practice what I preach, and then breaking down (ahem...Starbucks habit I blogged about a few weeks ago?) and making excuses for myself. As my husband told me, consistency is key for making change.

Ok I'm almost done, but one quick thing I want to add that goes along with all this. Simple but powerful if you really think about it:
We are supposed to do the right thing all the time...regardless of whether we can see an immediate outcome resulting from our actions.
This can be applied in so many areas of our life and how we impact those around us and the ripple effect we create without even knowing it.
Where does it apply for you?
I ask myself the same.

I don't know how my life will play out. Only God knows.

But I will tell you this...I'm seeking his will daily and will be obedient, even if it means being uncomfortable sometimes.

My attitude does not remain that I'm only one person, that I can't do much.

My attitude is that I am a humble servant of Christ...and through Christ all things are possible.

If I am willing, if you are willing, who's to say you or I can't make an impact on the world?

It won't be me saying it anymore!

To Do List...or Nap?

37 weeks! And I'm in love with these booties!

Soooo many things I need to get done!

Soooo tired.

Funny how with baby #2, suddenly I'm three weeks away from her due date and haven't done any of the things that I got done at least two months before Addison was born!

I just realized the other night when I was in false labor just how unprepared I am, if I were to go into real labor a week or two early...

Pack my hospital bag (and Brads), make a list for whoever comes to stay with Addison while we're in the hospital, vacuum and clean the car (I'm just weird about bringing baby home in a super clean germ-free car), wash her car seat and have it ready to go, make some meals to freeze, write a birth plan, pre-register at the hospital, get Lily's clothes hung up, clean sheets on her cradle, etc.

I guess that's it.

I think I need a pre-game nap before all this work...the couch looks mighty nice right now:)
The up-side: Dinner for tonight is done, Addison is sound asleep, and my house is clean!

End of the Weekend Already!?

I've had a lot I wanted to write about the past couple of days, but here I am, sitting down to write,

and just going to keep it light for tonight.

I'm tired.

Last night, went into false labor, which I was pretty sure was false, but none the less,

real enough to keep me up until 3 o'clock this morning with intense contractions.

After 3, 'sleep' was a debatable word. Nausea kicked in for the remainder of the night, and all day today!

So, here I am, finally sitting down to get my thoughts out, but just going to post a couple of pictures I'm totally in love with instead.

Have a happy week!

Silly and Serious Thoughts on Having Another Baby

Sooo...like I said in an earlier post, I have so much going on in my mind right now when it comes to thinking about the fact that in 4 short weeks (give or take), I'll have another baby.

Get ready for a huge conglomeration of thoughts that may or may not be coherent!

If nothing makes sense, blame it on hormones, or the raging headache that is being so stubborn and not going away like it was told to.

 Thought #1: Nervousness.

Over what? Glad you asked. Mostly giving birth again. It wasn't a pleasant experience the first time (not that it's super fun for anyone). 31 hours of labor, three hours of pushing. That warrants fear for the next time right?

Brad and I did have a class with a friend who's a doula, and just being more informed, having her give us some ideas for natural methods of pain management helped my mindset quite a bit. The fear is gone, but the nervousness is still reality. I'm working on it.

2. Excitement.

This one is pretty obvious. Of course I'm excited for Lily to be born! 

I can't wait to see what she looks like.

What color hair will she have? How big will she be?--wait, that question takes me back to nervousness.

Something about the thought of getting to snuggle up to a brand new teeny tiny baby is exciting in and of itself. 

And excitement over our family going from three to four in an instant is amazing to think about.

3. My third emotion can't really be summed up into a word. It's the unknown, but it's not fear, not excitement; it's neither good nor bad. Just a pondering of the unknown future that is soon to be.

So many questions.

How will Addison handle having things? Will she understand at her fragile little age that we still love her just as much as ever, even though we have another to love?

Will this baby be easy natured or colicky like her sister was?

How the heck am I supposed to go anywhere with TWO??? I know this sounds ridiculous to anyone who already has two or more kids, but admit it, you had the same thoughts!

Will I be able to pull it together when I'm exhausted from sleepless nights and still be a good mom?

Will the girls ever nap together so that I can nap too?

Will they keep each other entertained in the back seat, or will one's crying set the other off crying too?

How in the world do I keep Addison from getting into everything or getting hurt when I'm feeding Lily?

4. Joy

Over the fact that in a few weeks I won't be pregnant anymore!!!!

Sorry, I'm not complaining or anything. Pregnancy is a beautiful thing, I know I know. It's amazing that there's a little life growing inside me. And I haven't had any life threatening complications to deal with, she is healthy, so am I for the most part. However, I will not lie and say that I love every moment of being pregnant. I'm not that person...but how nice if you are! Enjoy every second!

Ok, can I just talk about something else real quick?

I've had to distance myself from certain people for awhile. There is a LOT of moms who feel it necessary to inform me that my life is about to get really really hard and terrible for awhile.

"16 months apart? Oh, good luck with that! You're in for a rough time!"

I know they're just being honest, but why the uncontrollable urge to say that to someone you barely know, or someone you know well for that matter!

We wanted to have our first two kids close together. We realize there will be difficult times, but I think having a sibling close in age is a good thing...I didn't do it for my sanity, I did it because Brad and I both thought it was a good idea. We still do!!!

I realize there will be hard moments, and plenty of them.

But I so appreciate the few people in my life who have been and continue to be encouraging.

My cousin Debbie is one of them. She has three boys, and the first two were 18 months apart, I think.

She has so many positive things to say about it, and she genuinely enjoyed the stage that I'm about to embark on...having a newborn and a toddler. She doesn't lie and say it was super easy, but is able to look back and remember all the positive things, even though there were inevitable trials.

I need to call her!:)

Another girl I go to church with who has 4 under the age of five...she has an amazing and selfless attitude, and is always encouraging.

I've learned to let the negative comments roll off my back and not take them to heart. I know these people aren't trying to be negative. It does make me very aware of myself and who I want to be.

I want to be sure that my words to others build them up and encourage them, not tear down and discourage. This does not mean lying...we are called to speak the truth...in love.

I pray that when people think of me, they think of the time my words helped them through a rough day, or how they were anxious over something, and I offered a calming, encouraging word that shed fresh new light on their situation. I want to be positive and speak life.

The Bible has so much to say about speaking life to others to refresh their soul and bring a smile...
I pray I do that!

"An anxious heart weighs a man down, but a kind word cheers him up." Prov 12:25

"...he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed." Prov 11:25

"The tongue has the power of life and death." Prov 18:21

Last little thoughts...

Apparently I'm huge...everywhere I go, people comment that I must be due any day. They can't seem to believe I have four more weeks to go. One nice lady informed me today that I'm probably carrying a ten pound baby and good luck with it.

I think I look a pretty normal 36 weeks prego, personally! Oh well.

Do I need a new diaper bag? I think so...a super cute one that has pockets galore so I can be excessively organized:)

I get to do fun little exercises everyday because Lily is faced the wrong way, and apparently labor could be a whole lot shorter and easier if she turns her little self around in there.

I'll do whatever exercises the doctor says if it'll help labor!!!

The little underlying competition between so many women bugs me.

I shouldn't let it get in my head, but I'm apparently not yet above it.

I'm talking about who does and doesn't have epidurals.

If you do have one, you feel like you have to have a medical excuse for giving in and getting one. You can't possible bear the humiliation of admitting that it HURT and you thought you were going to die in the moment, so you asked for the drugs! Or, if you went 'all natural', you tell everyone! Which makes those of us in the room, us 'weak' women, who did have some sort of medicine to help us along, feel totally inadequate at the whole giving birth! 

It's stupid, but like I said, I haven't risen above this yet.

I want to have Lily with no drugs at all because I know it's totally possible and it's best for her health and mine. But I also want to have her with no drugs, just to say I did it! And that is not a good motivation.

All that said, if I get an epidural...you better bet I'll have a darn good 'reason' for having to get it!

Just kidding. Kind of.

Another Weekend...

"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands."
Psalm 19:1

We were driving back to my parent's house after a wedding yesterday and had to pull over to take a picture of this. I always think of God when I see the sun's rays coming out of the clouds like that. 

Another weekend has come and is almost gone. 

Time seems to speed up when we leave town, but it was a lovely couple of days.

 We had dinner with some good friends Friday night when we got into town. 

***Note to any woman who's 36 weeks pregnant: eating a giant plate of Mexican food and going to bed shortly after will not help you sleep well. If you thought sleeping was uncomfortable already, trust me...it's worse after cheesy spicy greasy deliciousness. Don't do it!!!!!!!

Saturday my cousin got married. He is an ordained minister, and actually preformed Brad's and my wedding, as well as lots of other weddings in our family.

It was so sweet to see him on the other end of the ceremony, the one getting married.

All grooms look happy when the bride walks down the aisle, but he truly looked like the happiest man in the world as she was being escorted in.

So happy for him!!!

Today we went to church and relaxed for awhile before heading home.

The trip home made a great ending to an already good weekend.

In all the years I've lived in this state, I have never gotten used to seeing elk. It's pretty rare to see them, and there's just something so majestic about them that makes them such a treat to see.

Well this afternoon, I noticed something out the window and did a double take. There were over 200 elk standing in a field way off the interstate. There happened to be a frontage road and an exit coming up, so we hopped off, back tracked and all got out of the car to look at them for awhile.

I had never seen more than five or six at a time before, and even that is a rare sighting.

Not the clearest picture...I had to zoom it a bunch just to see them.

The herd went on and on toward the right, but I couldn't capture it with my phone:(

Also on our trip, we saw a bald eagle, and then just before we got into city limits, two more elk up on the hill, fighting. Again, something I've never seen, and something really rare to actually see happening.

It was a pretty nice drive home I'd say:)

Now, happily back on my own couch in my most comfy sweats, not believing the weekend is gone and tomorrow starts another brand new week. Time is flying.

Tomorrow I'm 36 weeks...4 more to go!!

More about my thoughts on that tomorrow...and there are a lot of thoughts, let me tell you!

Last but not least, a few funny pictures of Addison from the past few days. She is such a happy baby and so full of personality, she brings so much joy to our life! Love her!

Farmer girl?

Giving herself kisses in the mirror:)

Sticker fun!

She spent a lot of time meticulously taking everything out of this drawer while I was packing her bag for the weekend...now I know why! She wanted to play in the drawer...literally!

We carpooled with Meredith and Olivia to the wedding...

Brad offered to sit in the back with the little ones (claiming his hips are narrower than ours, thus he would be an easier fit between the two car seats...not sure how I feel about that statement!)

Too cute!

That's all for now!

Random Thoughts From a Great Weekend

Lots of random thoughts from the weekend...

Didn't have time to write them at the time, so here's what's left of them early Monday morning,

quickly before they are washed away by the newness of the week as things start to get busy.

I felt good yesterday, so at 35 weeks, we decided to attempt a hike,

the one I was hoping to get to the top of each month of pregnancy.

Massive failure--if getting to the top is what I'm going by.

But still a success--especially when I think of what Brad said: every step for me is like doing a front squat, what with all that weight loaded up out in front of me.

I don't know about all that, but hey, we hiked, I was out of breath and sore today, so it was a workout and that's what's important! (I really wanted to make it to the top though!!!)

Addison was cranky and ready to get out of her pack less than halfway through.

I found a pretty awesome way to keep her happy:

put a handful of goldfish in the hood of her dad's sweatshirt:)

This kept her happy for the remainder of the hike!

I'm so enjoying this time with Addison and Brad. Just being a family of 3.

Of course I'm excited about having another baby and I know I'll love being a family of 4.

But for now, just soaking up our time with her.

Last night she was overly tired and past the point of being crabby...and on to the point of being ridiculously silly. Hysterical.

Brad and I were in her room sorting stuff, and she was running around in her diaper looking extra chubby and just being a goofball.

I mostly sat and directed Brad as to where things needed to go, and at some point looked at the clock and realized I'd been sitting just watching her for an hour.

Normally I would feel like an hour wasted. But not last night. I just want to enjoy her and give her all the attention she wants, before my attention has to be shared by two babies!

I want to allow my mind to slow down, to stop thinking of a thousand things all the time, and just be fully present with her. She's such a joy to be around!

Honestly, she much prefers playing with things like giant plastic bowls or a bib she found than toys.

I think it's great. She's creative!:)

Something on my mind a bit...

I hope I'm not a whiner. I hate being around people who whine.

I feel like I've whined quite a bit these past few weeks. Maybe I'm hyper-sensitive to every word that comes out of my mouth because I'm so paranoid of ever sounding like a whiner.

I don't know.

It's been a hard last couple of weeks being pregnant...lots of small problems, combined with serious fatigue that I suppose is normal for the end of pregnancy. And when people have asked how I'm doing, I wish, looking back on those few weeks, I had said less.

Not that I went into too much great detail, but still.

Lots of women have huge problems compared to the things I've been dealing with...

problems like having a baby 12 weeks premature and having to live in neonatal for 2 months.

Or losing a baby. Or being on true bed rest. Or so many other really, really hard things.

The next 5 weeks, I'm determined to say I'm doing wonderful, when asked how am I doing.

Not to tell a lie. But really in the grand scheme of things, I am doing wonderful!

Last but not least, something so simple but something to really think about popped into my head last night...

What is more important to me...which is my greater goal:

Do I want to increase my standard of living, or my standard of giving?

Baby Shower

Yesterday was my beautiful baby shower (or is it Lily's baby shower? I never know if showers are technically for the mom or the baby!)
So much effort and time and creativity was put into it, I felt so blessed!

This hat is handmade by a friend at church!! So sweet!!

My mom and sister drove 3 hours to be at the shower:)

People often ask how I like living here...I always say I'm not a big fan of the town necessarily, but the people have made it one of the best places I've ever lived.

 I wasn't happy when my hubby got a job here, but we decided to move and give it a try. 

He told me just recently of how when we first moved here, he prayed and prayed for me to have lots of friends and plenty of things to be involved in.

 His prayers were definitely answered over and above! 

We may be 3 hours from family, but our church has become our family here, and I've made such wonderful friends in the past year or so, I feel so connected. It's a feeling I've never had anywhere else, even places I lived for a long time. I have a couple of lifelong friends back in TN, and miss them terribly, but I'm building something great here too, which I definitely didn't expect.

It's times like yesterday, when so many people showed up to celebrate with me the upcoming birth of Lily Grace, that I'm reminded just how much God has blessed Brad and I through the people he's brought to our life here. 

I'm overflowing with thankfulness today! 

Summer Sum Up

Today was a beautiful day...75 degrees and sunny. 

Tomorrow the forecast is 41 (the high!) and snow.

Only in MT does summer end so abruptly and the temperature change so drastically in 24 hours.

So I thought I would post a bunch of pictures highlighting our lovely summer, since I had hoped to have this blog up and running long ago, but am just recently getting started.

Here are summer's best...:)

Addison's first carousel ride. 

I'm about 5 months pregnant here:)

While waiting on new furniture to arrive, we hung out on a mattress in the living room...

Addison loved this!

No one has AC in MT...we had a few weeks where it was a little hot in the house!

Brad wanted to see the Butte 'pit' and eat at Pork Chop John's, so we took a little day trip:)

I think this is when I started to realize how much Addison is growing up. She just seemed like such a big kid on this scooter thing...having so much fun with her dad!

I had nothing to do with this adorable picture...just walked in the kitchen and found her in the cabinet

Playing with Papa at the grandparents house:)

Cheesecake filled strawberries...summer cuisine doesn't get much better!

This cracked me up...we were at her friend Ava's and I hadn't brought a swim suit, so we were just playing in the grass, but she decided to crawl right in with all her clothes on. She had a great time!

Back to Butte...this time for Aunt Pat's wedding up on top of a mountain. 

Beautiful day and beautiful wedding!

One of our hikes this summer. What a handsome dad she's got;)

I don't know when this is from, but it's cute!!

Had to add this pic...these are blackberry cheesecake filled cupcakes with keylime frosting I made for a 

picnic. Yummy!!

Sometimes I love MT. On a walk with a friend and our kids when we actually had to cross the street...these guys wouldn't move for us!

Who says peanut butter is just for eating? Clearly it makes great hair product! 

These were all taken at my 30th birthday party my sweet hubby surprised me with...

On top: one of the last family photos where we are 3...soon we will be 4!

Middle: My cousin and sister-in-law and I with our kiddos

Bottom: My sister Kate and I. She's a senior and I'm 30. Wow time is flying!!!

Addison and her cousin...finally starting to like each other. They traded cups...or stole each other's!

My goal was to do this hike every month of my pregnancy. I didn't document each month, but here is 7. I'm now at the end of month 8 but not sure I'll make it up this month :(

Smiling happy girl first thing in the morning...makes for a smiling happy mama!

So I finish my 'summer sum up' with today at the park. Like I said, tomorrow the weather is changing drastically, so I thought we should take advantage of the sunshine today. She looooves swinging, and fun at the park this afternoon made up for her accident prone day...hopefully she's upstairs dreaming of the swing and slide, not falling down stairs or cutting her lip open:) 

Ok...we're ready for you Fall!

 Bring on the cooler temps, pumpkin everything, colorful leaves, baked apples, football (eh, take it or leave it), scarves and sweaters,  and fresh smoke-free air!