Messy Messy

Amiah has started the funniest thing. At the end of the day when we take her socks or tights off she sits down and promptly begins looking between each toe and picking the toe-jam out. Seriously hilarious. And she won't let you do it. Oh no. It has to be her. And then when she FINDS the sweaty lint she picks it, holds it up like a trophy and yells, "FUZZY!" OMG it's so funny.
Also, the other night PJ and Amiah convinced me they just had to have pudding for bed time snack. I knew this was a bad idea, but I gave in. Yeah... The end result was a catastrophic mess. Well, for Amiah anyway. PJ kept it fairly clean (however the only picture of his chocolate goatee was so blurry it isn't worth posting) but both gobbled it like they hadn't eaten in months. Gotta love a good snack pack.

I am officially 37 weeks along... Not a whole lot more than that I can say at this point. Well, I could but it's not exactly positive so I will save your brains from my complaining. I will keep you posted as things progress. Our doctor said yesterday we will feel it out the next week or so and if we need to she can "help" get things moving. Personally, I would love to not be prego anymore, but I still have so much to do before baby O arrives I am silently hoping I have another week or two to get some things in order. (I hope I haven't just jinxed myself into labor by hoping I don't go right now...)
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