A million years?

Feels like it's been a million years since I posted here. Really it's only been two but who is counting? I was just reading back on my Africa blogs and it's crazy how far life has come in the last two years. James and I were talking about it after Josh's wedding this weekend, we can't seem to get our heads around the idea that Quinn will be 1 this week and we'll be meeting our son in just 5 weeks... how nuts is that?! Mean while we have my birthday and our anniversary snuggled in there somewhere.

Life couldn't be better really. James is the most fantastic partner in crime I could ever ask for. He loves his daughter and I so selflessly that I am humbled daily by his example. Quinn is about the most precious thing on the planet, and I get it, I'm her mom so I am biased....but she's still damn cute.

One thing that's driving me crazy however is how people always comment on how "chubby", "fat" or "big" she is... really people? She's a damn baby, let her be chubby, she's fine! Her pediatrician isn't concerned about her size so why on earth does everyone else comment on it? It's mostly James' side of the family. I guess they are used to skinny babies or something, and she's in the 90th percentile for her weight, and like over the 100th for her height. It's not like I feed her all carbs, fruit and juice... The kid only drinks water, eats green beans and peas like there is no tomorrow and moves around like a wild banshee... Enough of that rant... my bad.

We got to see Wes, Joanna, Skyla and Baby B this weekend, which was fantastic, B has more hair than I do i'm pretty sure. She's so beautiful, and Skyla was running around and talking... so weird to hear her use full sentences. The heat got to me however and apparently it showed cause I was asked multiple times by multiple people if I was okay, or mad. I wish I didn't look angry when i'm uncomfortable, but really guys it's like 90 degrees out there are no fans, we're outside and i'm 8 months pregnant a little slack please? I mean for the love! I can't walk around with a freaking plastered on smile when my kid is kicking me in the bladder, my other is sitting on my stomach and i'm outside with mosquito buzzing around! Frankly I could put up with all of that but what really annoyed me was the constant badgering about whether or not I was okay.

All that said, the wedding was beautiful and I did really enjoy myself contrary to popular belief. haha. Josh looked so happy, it was sweet to see him finally take his bride. Having known him for like 10 years now I know how badly he's wanted to be a husband and father. Pretty stoked to watch them on their journey.

Alright, time to get something done now. Quinn is sleeping and i'm NOT taking advantage of that!