I’m so far behind on posts and I have so much to talk about, but I’m going to step away from the drama of the last few weeks of pregnancy and the sadness of losing a dear friend to be happy for the season.
It’s spring. In usually sweltering hot Florida, April is the yummiest month of the year. The sun heats up the pool but not so much that you can only lay like a beached whale. Babies run around naked in the backyard and sit in sandboxes (the boys at least, I would think girls should wear some kind of sand/privates protector, but I guess I’ll find out soon enough!)