crossing off milestones, one by one

In case you ever wondered what Ruby would look like as a sumo wrestler, here she is. Case in point: don't take in the straps so much that you can't get it over your head. Can you see her pearly white?! She has two of those puppies now.




The baby weight has finally reluctantly bowed out of the game of life. Gone forever...well until another baby graces my womb and turns my body into an array of physical disasters, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. I may or may not have actually squealed out loud upon seeing this on the scale last week.




Too bad we're going on vacation really soon, because my self control around new and fun restaurants is...non-existant. I suppose I'll have to do a lot of shopping to walk off all the food. Wait until Jimmy hears my rationale-I'm sure he'll be thrilled!




I have been a regular Martha Stewart this week, baking loaves (and more loaves) of bread, several kinds of cookies, scrapbooking, and of course making hair bows (most importantly, the fourth of July bow). Now if I could find the time to be your regular ol' house cleaner, we'd be set. That's the goal for this week, so that we can leave on vacation with a spotless house.




I'm itching to organize everything in my house, but with a clingy child, this is proving to be a difficult task. With having a cold plus teeth coming in, I don't blame her. Plus, she's pretty cute, so I suppose I can't argue with her wanting to snuggle on the couch.




Ruby claps now. She also has been caught signing "milk." She has also learned to snap my bra straps, probably from some junior high boy.

How in the world is it almost July?! I keep thinking "this time one year ago..." and remembering myself in all of my pregnant glory swollen-ness. It's a strange concept that Ruby was that baby taking up an ever-increasing amount of space in my body. I never could have imagined just how much she'd change my life. And how much joy she brings.