Another wonderful day...

Tomorrow night I'll be starting a 3 night stretch at UNC so that means sleeping all day and missing out on spending time with my boys. So, today I was able to sleep in, and get some laundry done. One of my best friends Macy came by and brought a bouquet of flowers over for me..."just because"...how sweet. We stretched out and had some girl time and it was wonderful. Parker Jay and I took a stroll around the neighborhood in the sit and stand stroller. I must admit, I probably looked super silly with only 1 child in a 2 seater stroller. But, I mean...I had to test the new wheels :) And, Parker loved it. He gladly pointed out every truck on the block like he's never seen one before and said "mama!!!! mama!!!! Trrruck."
Just as an aside, I shaved my legs this morning. (Pat on back...you'll never know how long it took) and it was pretty sticky outside...needless to say, after about 10 minutes, my legs were itching like something out of this world! Much to Parker Jay's dismay, we came right on back inside the house so I could scratch my ankles and calf muscles without the entire neighborhood watching.
Listen, if you're looking for a heck of a deal on candles that smell grrreat, Wal-mart has this 5 candle set right now that's 2 big ones and 3 little ones- for $10. They smell the entire house up and I got the pumpkin spice ones...let me tell you, they smell so cozy and fall-like and beg for cold weather!
And, my new favorite CD is Taylor Swift's Fearless. Corrie and I listened to the "Best Day" song yesterday in her car and cried like idiots; super sweet song. I'd highly recommend listening to the lyrics and thinking of your kids and parents.
Time to fluff the stuff in the dryer I forgot :)
Baby love,
Kimmie

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