Thank You and the Best Photobomb Ever

Huge thank you to all of the kind comments and well-wishes on my last post.  We went to Dallas, we rocked it, it was amazing.  Rachel wrote an awesome and suprisingly heartfelt for such a cold-hearted she-devil blog post, and I echo her sentiments.

Instead of mirroring her post, here's a picture of us looking all pretty for the speech:

Nerves of steel baby.

And here are the four pictures we took trying to get that nice picture.




I have some more stuff to say about the experience, and my fear of public speaking, but for now I'm just going to bask in the glory of crossing off #11.
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I had a dream last night that I was walking around, nursing a newborn baby that was presumably mine.  I was following a nurse around this hospital Target-like thing getting stuff for the baby, and when I got to the register, the checkout lady asked me for the name and birthweight and stuff of my baby.  I had no idea, so I called my husband, and he told me the birth date and weight and the name.

"Kanye." 

I said, "You named our baby Kanye?  As in Kanye West?" 

And then he told me it was a girl.  A white girl baby named Kanye.   Because he was "so inspired by Kanye's latest album". 

Thanks, crazy subconscious, for making me mad at my real-life husband for ridiculous dream shenanigans.  Again.

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Best photobomb ever.

This is me and my family at an indoor waterpark:

Husband and Baby A in the blue trunks.  My look-it's-a-one-piece-but-it's-still-sexy-ok and sweet Baby B in the foreground.
 

 

Aaand that's a little boy getting shot with a water cannon in the b-hole.