But I am actually talking about the current situation at the Rice house: I could go into labor any minute and my husband just left this morning to race the Tough Mudder with some friends in Dallas. I didn't want him to miss his race that he's been training for, and we weren't expecting to possibly have a baby 2 weeks early... so he is literally racing there, doing the actual race, and racing home tomorrow in hopes that he doesn't miss anything. I fear that he's hurrying up to wait. Anyone that's had a baby before knows that the last month is nothing but a bunch of fake-outs.
Passing the time this morning, Jack and I hung out with Daniel and Maggie.
|What a ham.|
These two used to fight and tease each other to no end. Like running away with the other's blanket or stealing each other's snacks at the park (and pushing, hitting, etc.). But now they're little cohorts that dance in the car together and play fun games like this... looking at each other in the window. So happy to see them getting along.
And here's Daniel who just couldn't miss an opportunity to get his picture taken. He is wearing his "4" shirt today and is so proud of his age. I love him.