#fridaynightsmarriedliferocks

I want Mr Smith to make me french toast for breakfast because I am soooo lazy. I think he fears making french toast though because he always makes me do it. Waffles in the waffle maker? That's his world.

This is also his world (#fridaynightsmarriedliferocks):

I swear our apartment isn't that cold (and it's not because I have an extra layer of flubber these days - okay maybe it is) but it's definitely cold outside. We don't get nice little snow flurries - we get ice pellets. Which means people don't go more than 20 miles an hour on the road (even if it's a perfectly ok road to go 35+ on) so that means Kayla doesn't go on the road. Anxiety attack just waiting to happen.

(this is from the first snow a few weeks ago

- and horizontal stripes that make me look slimming)

My managers were sweet and let the pregnant lady go home before anyone else because they were concerned about falls in the parking lot or car accidents. I don't normally like special treatment, but you know, I guess I shouldn't whine there. I have the "I lived in UT" attitude sometimes, but even I know when to walk like a turtle.

I'm glad baby girl will be born when it's warm outside. Everyone will be happy around that time.

Speaking of happy . . . look what came in the mail from Mrs Erin!! ~~We're~~ I am in love. 15 different colors & the perfect size!

BOGO toys and pacifier gifts.

Wishing I had a real baby

Already filling up the diaper bag - am I crazy!?

A trunk full of stuffed animals (mostly due to my cherished childhood)

Hmm what doesn't belong? Mr Smith's unfinished workbench.

but look at her closet of food storage . . .

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