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.
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.
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.
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.|