Currently am watching Henry roll around in his crib (via video monitor) instead of taking a peaceful afternoon nap. He is wound up- we just got his hair cut (wheeee! sike.). Actually, the barber at Famous Hair was a PRO with kids- major props. He let Henry touch the comb and eat a dum-dum and look in a tiny mirror and was so sweet and patient while Henry sat in my lap. Way to go, hair guy. Regardless of skill, though, Henry was a complete wiggle worm after a few minutes of the Mama-straight-jacket-hold and he may have a few longer pieces of hair...I'm okay with that.
Our girls' group is reading Crazy Love by Francis Chan. I am really enjoying this book and the discussions that it's spurred. We are discussing chapter two on Thursday, so we're not too far in yet but it's still been a great book by a very authentic and passionate author.
I had a doctor's appointment today. Hopefully, prayerfully, I passed my gestational diabetes test round 1. Today I enter my 31st week of pregnancy. Whoa.
Celebrate Erie was this past weekend. Henry & I went by the festival on Saturday while Adam was at work. It was a spontaneous trip and so I didn't have my stroller. Instead my huge belly lugged my Henry around/chased after him in the crowds. Then we had a cookie and everything was better. I don't know if I told you but at his last doctor's appointment, he was in the 8th percentile for weight. 25th for height. He's a little peanut. However, I am thankful as I carry around a watermelon in my belly and him on my hip. I'm glad that he's the size that he is...and he's thriving- happy, healthy, and WILD.