Could This Be A Non-Baby Blog? Nope.

Okay, so I had intended to write a non-baby blog... but it just isn't going to work out since I went shopping for clothes Wednesday night for the first time since I found out she was a girl. My sister was kind enough to share her Gymbucks with me so we could shop together. So off to the mall we went, where I was more then able to find $100 worth of goodies. Including Mason's favorite item, the denim skirt. It actually made him chuckle, and since he was tired and cranky that evening, I will take that as a BIG victory.

But there was nothing for Miss O. So off to mall #2. Where I found the dress I was drooling over since it first came out. There it was sitting on the sale rack in the right size just waiting for me. Except for one small detail... I already spent my money at the last store. I could exchange something I already got for the dress. But since it was only on sale and not on clearance, it was going to cost me 2 shirts. Did I want it that bad? I mean 2 shirts is a lot more practical then one dress... Apparently I wanted it that bad. Because if it were a skirt in my size, I would totally wear it. But since it isn't, my daughter will wear it instead.

Miss O ended up getting some little sunglasses and a hat for the time we will be spending at the "Lower 40" this summer. Also known as the lake property, or the farm, or the 40 acres my parents bought which just happens to be a tree farm that is pleasantly close to a beautiful lake. I'm pretty sure I am going to need a Go-Girl as it gets harder and harder to squat with my ever growing belly. What I haven't told my parents yet is that I am super excited for all the family fun we are going to have down there. Miss O already has a life jacket and a fishing pole from her daddy and her very own camping chair from Pop (also known as my daddy). Miss O has already been practicing her fishing skills from her camping chair, and she had a trial run with her daddy in the bath tub. Which I'm not gonna lie, picturing Miss O in the bathtub with her pink fishing pole cracks me up.

I'm also looking forward to bringing Charlie (Mr. Jealousy) to the Lower 40 for some much needed attention, away from the other dogs. Plus he is the one dog out of our pack that I trust to not wander off to far or get lost. He was a stray after all, he knows how to take care of himself. He knows how to eat leafy plants if he gets hungry, and he knows how to come back if I call him. But most importantly, he doesn't want to be a stray again. Plus he's way to needy to wander too far. Mason, being the worrier of the two of us, is unsure of the whole thing. But I have taken Charlie to unknown places and let him off his leash several times before. If I ever though he was getting too far away I called and he wandered back in my direction. Plus I have a no fail technique for getting him to run to me. Squat down with your arms out as if you were going to give him a big hug and call his name. Then brace yourself. He's pretty good at not plowing me over when he runs in for the hug, but then he leans and down I go. A hug is way better then a treat for him. His trial run is tomorrow, as we load up the trucks and head down to the Lower 40 for the first time.