And it died when my mom and Chloe and I had been at StoryBook Land for only about 30 minutes. UGH. That was Saturday. So, no pictures of the James Taylor/Carole King concert last night (Happy Early Birthday, Mom!). My dad took a bunch of Chloe during the weekend with his camera, but he has not yet uploaded them. So, until I can either find my charger or get to Best Buy to get a new one (to share the few photos I did get), I have these two small ones from my cell phone. Oh, well.
The pregnancy is eating my brain, that's my only excuse.
Anyway, we had a great weekend with my parents. Chloe now says, "Cook! Cook!" when she sees my mother (since Grams always has cookies) and she's completely obsessed with Pah-Pah (which is how she says "Grampa"). What's interesting is that she says "Pop-Pop" very clearly when she sees Frank, but can't get the G sound, so my dad will have to be Pah-Pah.
Also, big kudos to the Hubs who is ROCKING our bedroom renovation project. And by "our" I mean that he is doing all the work, but I will sleep there, too, eventually, so it's mine, too. But, he's kicking serious booty. On Saturday while we had fun, he moved everything out of the bedroom by himself, removed the entire carpet and padding by himself, cut it all up and bagged it from the trash. By himself. In 90 degree heat. He is Hubs of the Year.