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I'm Going To Be An Aunt To A Nephew

Can you believe it?

I just love boys. I love browns, and blues. Trucks, balls, hammers, and dinosaurs.

I love tennis shoes and the fact that you can put a boy in a shirt and jeans and voila! the boy is dressed!

Randall is going to be an awesome boy daddy. And Abby has so much experience with little boys that she will have no problems at all in the boy side of the kids department!

OK! Enough of that!

Do you know what today is?

Yes! August 1st.

The beginning of my birthday week and also the beginning of my anniversary month.

If you have been reading this blog for long you know that I love birthdays. We do birthdays up big at my house. No school happens. No work happens. Only birthday stuff happens on the big day!

My big day is Saturday. (And when I say big, I don't mean big as in a momentous birthday, that will be next year-and I expect a party!)

The boys have planned a trip to see the Travelers play in Little Rock. That will be just fine with me, as long as there is some shopping involved while we are in the big city.

Stephen and I will be celebrating our 16th wedding anniversary on the 14th. I will post more about that later. Maybe with pictures, but I make no promises.

I hope ya'll have a great August. I hope it isn't too hot, and that the back-to-school season goes good for all of you.

Another cute Anna quote; " I made this for your birthday. But it isn't very birthday presenty." Isn't that cute, not only is she making me something for my birthday but she is making up new words too!

Julie

Comments

Kelley said…
I am so excited for you both! Little boys are so sweet! Happy Birthday week!
Jodi said…
Happy Birthday week, girl! and Happy Anniversary! I'm sorry I won't be there in person to wish you a happy bday, but know I'm thinking of you! Anna is so smart, :) but you knew that already! Say hi to everyone for me!
Anonymous said…
I just have a feeling that Anna
will grow up to be a writer.
And, I hope your birthday is very special since its the last one in your 30s you'll ever experience.
See, I remembered your age !
Love you,
Y.D.

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