Pregnancy and the Bean
I'm in that awesome stage of pregnancy where it just kind of looks like I have a gut. But I'm not nauseated all the time, so I'll count my blessings. Speaking of blessings, I woke up from a terrible dream in which I had to rescue Bean from harm's way, to find him sleeping peacefully in his bed. I am so very grateful for my beautiful, growing boy. He's 37 inches tall. How did that happen? My little man is growing up fast.
He got his very own umbrella:
And rocks his Daddy's glasses like nobody else can.