Baby, I was born this way.

Today I held this picture up for Mckinley to see and asked her who she thought it was. Without any hesitation, she said, "Kinley!". When I tried to explain this was daddy, she wasn't having any of it. Can you blame her? This was Mark. Probably around Mc's age. Looking ever so dapper in a sweet sweater vest combo. I say, put some long hair on him and you have Mc. Mark and I are trying to decide what our baby boy will look like- will he have hair, brown eyes, Mark's birthmark? I am just excited to hold him and meet this little guy.

Just wanted to also document some of the funny things Mc's has been saying lately as not to forget:

1) "You are kidding me" (usually as she "talks" on her phone or you try and get her to do something she doesn't want to d0).

2) "I can't take it anymore"- my favorite as we are carting her out of sacrament meeting during her tantrum.

3) "I want Single Wadies"- she is OBSESSED with Beyonce's "All the Single Ladies". Loves to dance and shake her "ring" hand.

4) "I am going to dance cwass".

5) "I want princeth" or "cassle princeth"- this can mean a variety of things- a skirt, a dress, Sleeping "Booty" or a headband

6) Up until last week, her shoes ("rabbit shoes" because of the puffy top) were a daily staple. Upon dancing so vigorously to "Single Ladies", one broke. We are now on the prowl for some new

ones.

She is getting too big and is so smart. She can throw a tantrum like no one's business but we sure love her. It is fun to see her get excited and to start taking interest in things like riding a bike, cooking with mom and "bones". It will be interesting bringing the new baby home and seeing how she will interact. Having two kids is a little daunting but Mc is a great helper and is going to be a great big sister- Cinder-"allah" dress ups and all.

The dog days are over, the dog days are gone

Wal-Mart at its best, is still not the model for prestige or etiquette. I head out Monday for the usual grocery shopping torture. I am waiting in line, cart full to the brim and then I hear it, "are you close to being due?". This elderly woman behind me (buying nothing but cat food and Diet Coke), obviously felt the need to make a human connection and that was the best conversation starter she could think of. With three months left to go, I know that my belly is rather large this time around. I am quite fond of it and like that I now LOOK pregnant but come on people- how about, "did you hear the new Florence + the machine track" or even, "did you see the price on the Roma tomatoes?". Oh well. I responded (as best I could with what breath I could muster after lifting my water out of my cart), "nope. I have three months left to go". From there, she really didn't know what to say. I am sure she was thinking "Do I, A) respond how small you look for being 6 months pregnant or B) sympathize with how HUGE you are being only 6 months pregnant". Bless her heart, she just smiled and finished unloading the Fancy Feast Shrimp dinners from her cart. I took that as, you are showered, your shirt covers the underside of your belly and your toenails are painted- I stood out like a sore thumb.