My Baby.

You'll have to indulge me for a minute. My husband tells me that my baby is no longer a baby. To which I scoff, to which he points to various evidences that he is correct. One evidence is that Conster is now sleeping in a regular twin size bed.

So this bedding is pretty cute. Which I'm
sure explains why there were only two left in the
store.

My husband can be such a jerk, and I keep warning him that should he persist in his assertions that my baby is no longer a baby we may end up with another actual baby. He would like to know how I'll accomplish that without his consent. But seriously, we work for a church there are babies everywhere I'm sure I could russell up one somehow. Just kidding about stealing a baby! But, if you know anyone that's giving one away...

Those piggers kill me!

So Conster's big boy bed. We were blessed to get this bunk bed (SuperH will be joining his brother when school is out and I'll be getting a bonafide sewing room! Hoorah!!) from a couple in our church for a steal (there I go talking about stealing again!) and my mom paid for his mattress and new bedding set (try finding cute boy bedding I dare you!). Let me just say for the record that Conster is ECSTATIC! He loves that he's no longer a baby (so they say). I don't. I do love that moving him from a toddler bed to a regular bed made him look sort of tiny again.

Someday I'd like to get paid big bucks
to design cute stuff for boys. There seems
to be a real hole in the market.