A few days ago, when Jamison got off of work, I had the brilliant idea that it would be so fun for us to take Ms. Chase over the the school and fly a kite. It was kinda windy. We kinda had some troubles. The wind wasn't cooperating, and Jamison was getting tangled.
And I was freezing cold. This is my picture trying to convey to you how cold and miserable I was. When my ears get cold I get the worst headache. I decided I am going to invest in some earmuffs. (And yes, I have a dent in my forhead. Deal with it.)
This is the 2 minutes of success we had that I captured with the camra.
Then Jamison and Chase went down the slide around 30 times.
If you can believe it, that isn't even the most exciting part of this post. I know I know, what can be more exciting then unsuccessful kite flying? Well, the best part is that the next morning, bright and early, we went to the 20 wk ultra sound and found out that I am giving birth to Jamison junior. As in, its a boy. And I swear he looks just like Jamison (even though all you can really see is blurry stuff and the outline of a skeleton), that skeletal face just reminded me of Jamison. We are excited. We have no idea what to name him. I have a list of about 30 girl names I love. My boy list doesn't exist. Boy names are hard. Jamison wants to name him Bruce Wayne after Batman. I might consider it. But not really. And lets all hope Jamison is joking.
This is a picture of Marin and Chelsea. It has nothing to do with anything. I was downloading pictures and forgot I had taken it a few wks back. We had an impromtu girls night out which consisted of going to red mango and then wandering around Target. While sitting next to the fire at Red Mango, we had a very deep and thought provoking conversation about how Marin should become a Cougar. The funny thing is that in order for her to do this she would have to start dating 16 year olds. 
As you can see, she makes an excellent cougar. She just needs to grow out her hair so its long and stringy, bleach it a yellowish blonde color, get lots of plastic surgary, gain 100 pounds, then wear extra tight animal print clothing. I mean, don't they all look like that?
This is Chase asleep. I like taking pictures of her sleeping because she is so peaceful, and when she is awake there is never peace. Dont you just want to plant a kiss on that cheek? Sometimes I get overwhelmed with Ms. Chase. Sometimes all day I feel like I am saying "No hitting, No screaming, No kicking, you need to share, no tantrums today, etc etc etc." She just gives me this look, this look that says "I will do what I want." So sometimes I say a prayer that I am having some sort of influence over this free spirit, and then I pray that when the baby is born Chase won't try to shove crackers down his/her throat during those 2 seconds that I'm not looking. I can almost gaurantee that that is going to happen. But seriously she is the funniest person I have ever met. I get a good laugh at least 10 times a day thanks to her.
