Dude. It's fucking hot.

I am not complaining.   With hot weather, I get to take PJ outside, play in the sandbox, watch him have a blast in his water table, etc.  But I've never been PREGNANT in the hot.  See I got pregnant with PJ in July, so I wasn't even showing till late fall, so no issues there.  But dude.  IT IS HOT.  I am hot normally, but now, I am super hot.  And it's May.  And I know we are gonna have a hot summer, so...I guess I'll be playing with our frog sprinkler too.  And what better excuse to than to say I have to make sure PJ is safe?
PJ has been taking more steps by himself so I think he just needs  a little more confidence and he'll be well on his way to running around.  It will be nice to let him wander around without worrying about him hurting his poor little knees crawling on concrete.  I also want to get a couple outside toys that aren't so big like the sandbox and water table. 

This morning he woke up so adorable (as usual).  I heard him making noises so I went in there to find him rolling around and stretching.  When he saw me, instant smiling.  If that doesn't make you feel good, you have a fucking heart of stone.  I tell you.  He also looks too cute in his little sleeveless shirts and shorts.

We have a four day weekend this weekend because we took off Tuesday (one less paid day of maternity leave for me, but it's worth it) and we are super duper cleaning our house because it desperately needs it.   I am actually looking forward to it.  Of course, we will also be spending lots of time outside and going to Gram's for Memorial Day.  The season of going to Gram's a lot is upon us!