liar

So there's this liar named Patrice... She claims that I never update my blog. That is so clearly untrue--as evidenced by the fact that I'm posting now. Naturally, that means I post all the time and never let it go a month without giving it some attention. Who would do such a thing? Not me. And I certainly wouldn't post while she was in the middle of Jonah's bandage change so that she didn't know that I was calling her a liar. Never.

For the rest of you non-liars out there, I have included a picture of my big 'ole pregnant self. White is a good color when one is trying to make themselves look less whale-ish. (Not so much when trying to not look super pale. And what is on the side of my face?) I'm 34 weeks, so go ahead and get your Shamu jokes in now (James).

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Shiny New Bike

Rory got her Easter gift from us a little early. I'll let the pictures tell the story.

This is when we told her that it was time to get off the tricycle and go inside. She cried for 10 minutes about having to leave her "cycle".

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Chicks!

Okay, so I am terrible at keeping up with this blog. There's something about being pregnant and trying to find a place to live and such that just makes me forget about this. Oops.

This past weekend, we took advantage of some "free entertainment" for some family time. I've noticed a sign outside of Tractor Supply for quite some time that said "rabbit and chick days are here." We had taken Rory there to see the bunnies earlier in March, so we thought we would go back and visit the bunnies and meet the chicks.

When we went to the see the bunnies last time, she talked about them for the entire day after that. I'm not really sure how many times we heard bunny that day. I knew she loved them, but it made more of an impact than we realized. When we turned into the parking lot there, she started shrieking "bunny! bunny! bunny!" How do kids remember stuff like that? It had been over a month and we'd only been there once!

So we went to see the bunnies first so they could get reaquainted. When we went to see the chicks, though, it was all over. There were 3 bins of chicks and they were packed full. Rory kept running between them and yelling. The chicks were not amused. I really think she could have stayed there with them all day. She loved them. Here are some pictures from her big day.

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