maternity 'photo shoot'

My mom asked if Stone was going to be in any of the maternity photos my sister was taking of me. I told her, "Yes, but only if he promises to be shirtless in all of them."

Stone declined the offer so alas the photos are only of me and the bump.

Here are a few shots from our afternoon.....

I'm so lucky to have such an amazing sister who not only takes time out to do sweet things for me, but who is also actually really awesome at taking photos!

SCORE!

a letter.....

Dear Honeybees living where our roof meets our wall,

I'm sorry we had to evict you.

From what I can tell, you are perfectly friendly bees...not of the killer persuasion.

It's just that well, humans and bees can't share living spaces.

There's the language barrier. I speak English while you speak Bzzzzzzz.

You fly up to say hello. I wave my arms in response, misunderstanding your Bzzzz "hello!" for Bzzzz "I'm going to sting you!". Before I can correct my social faux pas you are on the defensive like a heat seeking missile narrowing down the spot you see best to plant your stinger.

Even if we were someday able to understand your dances and Bzzzz's, there is the one tiny itty bitty little problem of the sweet babe growing in my belly.

When we first bring the baby home we won't even understand it. The baby speaks in screams, cries and grunts that, at first, will be completely foreign to us. Your Bzzzz 'hello!' will be impossible for the little one to understand...and me being the new momma, I know I will for sure misinterpret it for 'I can't wait to tell my friends about this chubby little addition to the family. It will be a fight to see who will be the first to sting it!'

You can call me selfish till the pollen comes home, but I think the eviction will truly be the best thing for everyone involved.

Hoping your honey is sweet this year,
Court

PS: I'm also sorry about your fallen comrades. It didn't have to end that way for them. The eviction notice went up (aka: your nest was sprayed) and they ignored it. We can't have squatters buzzing around inside our house day and night doing who knows what out of revenge.

look who got all jazzed up.....

Not too shabby for a pregnant lady and a man dressed in black on a 97 degree day.

The wedding was a grand time....

until Stone headbutted me on the dance floor (on accident)

Is there a bonfire in your house?.....

....No, that would be my hair.

We had southern style smoked bbq for dinner tonight. It seems that not only did my belly get full with the meal, but my hair drank up as much of the bbq flavor (read: stench) as it could.

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g on to more important things.....

Stone and I had a serious conversation the other night.

"If you could brush only two teeth in your mouth every day, and it had to be the same two every day, which two would you pick?" Was the question at hand.

Stone went for the jack-o-lantern look. One on top and one on bottom...right in the front.

I decided I would pick a molar on the top and the corresponding molar on the bottom. That way when all the teeth in my head fell out I would still be able to somewhat chomp down.

Very serious stuff.

Things I love to love even if it makes me red in the face to admit it....

*The song "After All" by Cher and Peter Cetera (theme song from the movie Chances Are)

It's terrible but I get a little weepy every time my iPod picks it when I shuffle my tunes....I kinda love the move Chances Are too

*The movie Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves

I mean come on.....Maid Marian. Need I say more? I wanted to be her when I was a kid. Alan Rickman as the Sheriff of Nottingham...nuff said. Don't even get me started on my sweet Morgan Freeman. I think my love for Morgan and his regal face started when I saw this movie. Funny thing, this movie has been on my top 10 list for years and years, but I never owned it until recently. My sweet little husband surprised me with it when I got home from work one day last week......in attempt to talk me out of repainting the nursery late Tuesday night. (attempt failed, but I was still super pumped to get my hands on that movie!)

*When people rub my belly

I mean obviously not strangers and definitely not when I am not pregnant....that would be just plain awkward. Well let's be honest, it's a little awkward even when I am pregnant. "Excuse me. Would you mind rubbing my belly for a minute?" How does one go about requesting a belly rub?...without sounding slightly like a puppy.