DO NOT go to the mall when you are seven months pregnant and HATE all of your maternity clothes for the simple reason they mean you are as big as a house because all you will see are skinny girls in their skinny jeans coming out of trendy stores that would laugh out loud at you if it even looked like you might walk in.
I know, you just fell off your chair because you took a chance, a crazy chance, that I might, just MIGHT, have FINALLY updated my blog with something, anything!, for Christ’s sake. But you didn’t really BELIEVE that it would be so. When lo and behold, there WAS a new post. And that’s when you heard the thud and realized you’d fallen right out of your chair, and, oh my, look at the dust bunnies under your desk. REALLY need to sweep under there next time.
Two weekends ago, we made our annual trip to the beach in Seaside, OR. I did a lot of taffy eating and laying around and not a lot of picture taking, except for one afternoon walk to the beach with the Clare-bear:
Clara on the beach at Seaside, OR
More Clare-bear
All smiles!
