Randoms (including but not limited to birthdays and names)

I'm not here to whine, but since this is my own personal space, I will mention just a few things here that may SEEM like whining...... and it probably is.............

This pregnancy has been so different than the first 2. I don't know if it's because I am carrying a girl, or I am just getting old-- or maybe it's a combination of both. I was 22 when I had Brennan. There's a big difference in being in my early 20's versus being 30 and having another child in between. There has not been ONE day that I felt good this entire 24 weeks. I'm not complaining, but then again, I am. My body hurts all day, everyday. If I eat anything for lunch-- big or small-- I feel even worse afterwards. And I'm assuming it's because she is a SHE, she sits lower than my boys ever did. Even when I don't need to tinkle, if she moves at all, my bladder is suddenly awoken. And sneezing? Forget about it. And I have had no energy whatsoever. It doesn't matter if it's morning, noon, or not. Or if it's the weekend or a weekday. If I'm at home or at work. I feel just like I did in that queasy, tired first trimester.

Let's talk about "cankles" for a minute. Okay, let's not. It will sear an image in your brain that might give you nightmares. However, I don't get them everyday. Just when I've been on my feet all day. That's also when my entire body reminds me that my 30th birthday is looming over my head like a big, dark raincloud, ready to unload a nasty storm.

We can talk about cravings. I have become a sucker for Magic Shell ice cream topping. I am not an ice cream eater-- hardly ever eat the stuff. But lately that has been my bedtime snack-- mint chocolate chip ice cream with Magic Shell fudge topping. Don't give me any regular chocolate syrup. Give me the good stuff. I've also had cravings for Pop-Tarts. Again, I don't eat Pop-Tarts. EVER. But I have found myself eating them for breakfast. I had the same craving with Brennan. I also gained 50 pounds with Brennan. I'm trying to cool it a little bit. However, this is the last time I intend on being pregnant, so therefore I am trying to justify it and enjoy it. Hopefully nursing will help shed any unwanted pounds after pregnancy. I nursed Ethan and was back in my normal jeans a week after I gave birth. Brennan was strictly formula fed and it took me a whole year to get back down to even trying to squeeze into my pre-pregnancy pants.

Changing subjects: I requested a Kelly's Kids catalog in the mail and got it yesterday. Oh. My. Goodness. There is no way to describe how ridiculously cute these clothes are. I told Chad he better take a second job flipping burgers to afford the clothes I'm going to be buying for our little princess. And their holiday clothes??!! To die for. I'm already thinking about our Christmas cards. And yes, I've found the perfect outfits in that catalog for the boys and the baby.

Speaking of birthdays earlier, mine is looming around the corner. Two weeks from today. The big 3-0. And no, I am not looking forward to it. At all. There is very little I can think of to soften the blow of entering a new decade of birthdays. However, someone better get me a cake. I'm going to drown my sorrows in cake and ice cream. And someone better get me a good birthday present. And I want more than one. I want to go back to being 6 years old and being swamped in gifts I don't need. Let me revisit that part of my childhood and be selfish for one day. Yes, it is selfish. But, presents may be cheaper than therapy.

One last subject. And this is the last I'm going to talk about it until the little princess enters into this world-- if we change our minds (again) I'm just going to announce it after the birth certificate is officially signed. However, I really think this one is going to stick. Oh, I'm talking about names here. When Chad and I were in Natchez we had agreed on Mary Ashley as her name. Then the more I said it, the more I didn't like it. Then when I heard other people say it, it just didn't have that ring to it. Since then Chad and I have been discussing the names. Every. Single. Day. Drum roll please.......................................................... Her name will be Mary Avery Clayton Miller. Of course, she will go by Mary Avery. That's it. It's final. It's non- take-backable. I'm done with the name discussion. Very much over it.

Do Everything.............

Recently I've been hearing a new song on the radio by Steven Curtis Chapman. I absolutely love this song. The first time I heard it I was on the way to work and things had been really hectic in my life and I was running late (as always) and stressed out. When I heard the beginning lyrics I thought, "Wow. He is describing my life." In case you haven't heard the song here are the words:

You’re picking up toys on the living room floor
for the 15th time today
Matching up socks and sweeping up lost
Cheerios that got away
You put a baby on your hip and color on your lips
and head out the door
And while I may not know you I bet I know you
Wonder sometimes does it matter at all
Well let me remind you it all matters just as long as you

Do everything you do to the glory of the One who made you
Cause He made you to do
Every little thing that you do to bring a smile to His face
And tell the story of grace
With every move that you make
And every little thing you do

OOoh ooooh oooooh

Maybe you’re that guy with the suit and tie
Maybe your shirt says your name
You may be hooking up mergers, cooking up burgers
But at the end of the day

Little stuff big stuff in between stuff
God sees it all the same
And while I may not know you I bet I know you
Wonder sometimes does it matter at all
Well let me remind you it all matters just as long as you do

Everything you do to the glory of the One who made you
Cause He made you
To do every little thing that you do to bring a smile to His face
And tell the story of grace with every move that you make
And every little thing that you do

Well maybe you’re sitting in math class
Maybe on a mission in the Congo
Maybe you’re working at the office
Singing along with the radio
Maybe you’re dining at a five star
Or feeding orphans in Myanmar
Anywhere and everywhere you are
Whatever you do it all matters
So do what you do and don’t ever forget
to do

Everything you do to the glory of the One who made you
Cause He made you to do
Every little thing that you do to bring a smile to His face
And tell the story of grace as you do
Everything you do to the glory of the One who made you
Cause He made you to do
Every little thing that you do to bring a smile to His face
And tell the story of grace with every move that you make
And every little thing that you do

Ooh oooooh
Every little thing you do

It's quite a catchy little song, but the words are so powerful. It's puts a whole new perspective on everyday tasks that sometimes seems so mundane or insignificant or repetitive or that just plain wear on you. I can't tell you how many times a day I pick up socks or underwear or Legos out of the middle of the floor. (Underwear [my children's-- not mine] ends up in the strangest places around our house. Am I the only mom who feels that way?)

However these words are a simple reminder that whether you are THAT mom nagging your kids about putting their dirty clothes where they belong and picking up Legos that you've stumped your toe on five times in 2 hours, or whether you're a high-powered executive in a fancy office making decisions and running a multi-million dollar company, at the end of the day the only thing that matters is how we've used our day for God's glory.

Our office relocated the week of July 4th holiday. The weeks leading up to the move and the week of the move were very hectic. Once we got moved in, our first week in the office went smoother than expected, but it was still very busy. I had been working more than usual and had only been getting 10 minute lunches and wasn't leaving the office until well after my normal quitting time. At one point I started feeling sorry for myself. After all, I am pregnant. What other excuse do I need to want to go home and kick my feet up? At the end of the first week, my boss, who is a devout Catholic, had a priest come in and bless the office. I really admire the reverence that Catholics take to so many things. As the priest was saying his blessings and reading out of the new testament, it was very humbling. It was perfect ending to a crazy week. He referred to being the hands and feet of Christ and prayed that we would use our gifts to reach out to others so that we could show the love of Christ. Now, I am simple minded, and I already know that I have been equipped with certain gifts by God and I am to use them to the fullness of my ability. But when I am tired and grumpy and people are wearing on my nerves, I tend to push that in the back of my mind and think about ME.

And honestly, I work for a man who is a perfect example of showing the love of Christ to others. Sometimes I get frustrated when he wants to do a root canal at 11:45 (fifteen minutes before lunch) --and not that it happens often, but it does happen occasionally---but I realize he's there to get these people out of pain and show mercy and compassion to those who come to him for help in their times of need (dental needs). I have really come to admire him in the years I've worked for him and the more I see him reach out to others, the more it makes me WANT to have a better attitude about what I do and how I go about doing it.

This weekend the city held a dental mission called "Missions of Mercy". It was a 2 day event and over 80 dentists and 100 dental volunteers came and volunteered their time to provide free dental care to those who may have been in need. I was not able to go Friday, but saw it on the news. Since my friends are gearing up and getting excited about going to Nicaragua, I have been really missing out on that this year. After I saw the news, I felt that God would not leave me alone about offering my time on Saturday here in town. So, I talked to my boss on Friday who seemed very grateful to have his own personal assistant come on Saturday and help him out. It turned out to be a very big blessing for me. When I arrived at 5:45 a.m., the line was already wrapped around the building. Unlike Nicaragua, we did a lot of restorations instead of strictly extractions. All but one of the patients we saw were very grateful and we even received a blessing from one. The one person we saw who had a bad attitude really but a bad taste in our mouths. But, it was that one seed of doubt that Satan will sometimes use to try and get the best of your day. I'm pretty sure that most of us could think of other things we could be getting done on a weekend instead of standing on concrete floors in the bare essentials of dentistry and making do with the supplies and resources we had. I really wanted to tell this lady what I was TRULY thinking the moment she started complaining, but it was the wrong attitude to have. We were all there for a reason and that reason was to reach out to those in need and to give God the glory for blessing us enough to provide help to others who were not as fortunate financially. It was an exhausting day, but at the end of the day it counted for something because I did what God commanded me to do, and I, as well as about 200 others, were the hands and feet of Christ. (Of course, it also reminded me that even if I were given a green light to go to Nicaragua, I would not be able to physically handle the heat and the exhaustion-- that was God's way of continuing to lighten my disappointment of missing out on my beloved mission trip this summer.)

So moral of the story: It doesn't matter if you work at McDonald's, at home, at a big company, at a little company, or if you volunteer your time--- Your attitude should be a reflection of Christ and it really does matter to the most important One what you do and how you do it. He's equipped you with exactly what you need to bring glory and honor to His name and His name alone.

Philippians 2:14

¹⁴ Do everything without grumbling or arguing,

1 Corinthians 10:31

³¹ So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.

And a little disclaimer on my part: I still have to have about 30 minutes alone when I get home from work so I can unwind and not bite everyone's head off who tries to converse with me. And it's not always from a hectic day of work, but driving down Highway 49 S during rush hour. I wish I had a tank to get me to and from work.

Being a leader.........

After about a month of not doing devotions with Brennan (we finished his devotion book right around the time things happened with my grandfather AND our office was in the process of moving and ashamedly it got put on the back burner) I finally made my way to the bookstore to pick up a new one this week. Picking out a devotion book is sort of tricky for Brennan right now because he's in between the ages of what these books are appropriate for. Some are for really small kids with 2 little sentences and then some are almost more appropriate for teenagers even though they are not all labeled that way. I went ahead and got one for what is probably geared for preteens, and a few of them have seemed a little hard to understand. Which is okay because I can explain it the way he can understand it. But it requires actual Bible time-- opening the Bible and reading a passage out of it, so I like that about it.

The second night of reading was titled "That Sounds like Work". The gist of it was how sometimes when we are put in leadership positions (the storyline had to do with a girl being on student council and having to volunteer her time helping out in the community and not always doing the "fun" things associated with being in an important position) we sometimes lose our focus and think it's all about being big and important instead of what leadership is REALLY about-- which is actually serving others. In today's standards it's hard to put leadership and service in the same category. As much as I hate to bring politics in this post, it can definitely be said for our country. Over the last century it seems that our politicians, from a local level to a national level have truly lost focus and what leadership really means. Even our presidency has almost become a joke.

I guess it got me thinking about politician's because it's all you see when you drive in your car. Signs are on every street corner, littering the highway, and honestly, just plain annoying. I consider myself a staunch conservative, yet Republicans and Democrats alike are all full of hot air. Somewhere along the line, the leadership of this country stopped being about serving the people that make up this nation and more about feeding their selfish desires and seeing how much there is to financially gain. It's really quite sad and this nation has made a mockery out of what our founding fathers put into writing.

I know these days it is more common for people to be so adamant to separate church and state in our government, which is very sad. But the verses that were in Brennan's devotion the other night really got me to thinking about how we as humans have truly lost our focus in servant hood and leadership together:

Mark 10:35-45

The Request of James and John

³⁵ Then James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came to him. “Teacher,” they said, “we want you to do for us whatever we ask.”

³⁶ “What do you want me to do for you?” he asked.

³⁷ They replied, “Let one of us sit at your right and the other at your left in your glory.”

³⁸ “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said. “Can you drink the cup I drink or be baptized with the baptism I am baptized with?”

³⁹ “We can,” they answered.

Jesus said to them, “You will drink the cup I drink and be baptized with the baptism I am baptized with, ⁴⁰ but to sit at my right or left is not for me to grant. These places belong to those for whom they have been prepared.”

⁴¹ When the ten heard about this, they became indignant with James and John. ⁴² Jesus called them together and said, “You know that those who are regarded as rulers of the Gentiles lord it over them, and their high officials exercise authority over them. ⁴³ Not so with you. Instead, whoever wants to become great among you must be your servant, ⁴⁴ and whoever wants to be first must be slave of all. ⁴⁵ For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many.”

Verses 44 and 45 say it all in just 2 sentences. Our God of gods came down and humbled Himself before man. Not only did he spend a life serving others, but He came and suffered and took an eternity's worth of sin for an eternity's worth of people and died for it all.

Serving others and leading others should all be wrapped up in one neat little package. Together. You shouldn't be able to have one without the other. Why has it become so complicated?

Natchez and free breakfast entertaining......

Chad and I returned from our first trip to Natchez together. It was our overdue anniversary getaway-- since my grandfather became sick around our anniversary in May.

Natchez is a neat city. We had a really good time, ate some good food, and burned slap up. What else do you expect in Mississippi summers?

Above is the drive up to Longwood-- we toured 3 of the mansions while we were there. I love history and wish I had more time and focus to study up on history. These houses and the histories behind them fascinated me. But, Longwood was my favorite. If you ever make a trip to Natchez, Ms, be sure and make that one of your stops.

It started being being built before the Civil War by workers from the north. It is the largest octagonal house ever built. Only problem is that it was never finished. When the war began, the workers literally dropped their tools and headed out of the south back to the north. You can still see their tools where they dropped them and left and there are even paintbrushes still stuck to the wall on one of the floors. It was supposed to be a 30,000 square foot house with a total of 6 floors. The basement is the only floor that was finished. The basement alone is 10,000 square feet (you could put 5 of my houses in the basement.) But, they used it as their living quarters for the remainder of Mrs. Nutt's life. Dr. Nutt (the homeowner) died shortly after the war broke out and his wife lost every dime they had (they were both millionaires , even in 1860-- one of them was worth 1.5 million and the other 3 million---and yes, that was in the 1850/60 standard of monetary value.) Their money was invested in Confederate currency and after the war broke out, all of it lost it's value. So the widow Nutt ended up with 8 kids and not a dime to their name.

The house has a little bit of an eerie feel. It's in the middle of 90 acres, and the living quarters in the basement is beautiful, but there is a staircase that leads up to the rest of the empty, unfinished house. Call me crazy, but I would have been a little creeped out living in that big of house and having an staircase that just opened up to an unfinished house and to the rest of the world. But, that was back in the day when they slept with their windows open to get fresh air. I guess they didn't have scary movies to put creepy thoughts into their heads.

There are many other AMAZING details about this house that I could go on and on about, but you will have to visit yourself and see exactly what I am talking about. I told Chad that even unfinished, it should be considered the 8th wonder of the world.

Anyway, photography was not allowed in the basement where the family lived, but up above you could take as many pictures as you wanted of the unfinished mammoth of a house.

One of the side porches at Longwood. I just thought it looked so cozy.

This is on the first true floor looking up.

One of the places the workers literally dropped and left everything. Paint cans, gasoline cans, ect.

The front door at Longwood.

This is where we had dinner on Friday night. Everyone knows the legend of the King's Tavern. Jealous wife kills husband's mistress and a jeweled dagger and 3 skeletons were found after one of the chimneys collapsed. Many different versions to that story. But, it is fun to see "Madeline's room." And this is the oldest building in Natchez.

Rosalie. The second house we toured. I really wish they would allow photography. These houses are breathtaking on the inside. And the details about the inside and some of the pieces of furniture and architecture are fascinating.

The Natchez Grand. This is the hotel we stayed in, which overlooks the Mississippi River.

Natchez is a town (unlike New Orleans) that shuts down sort of early. There isn't much to do in the nightlife unless you go to a bar or to listen to a band at one of the restaurants. After Chad and I had dinner, we sat and watched the sunset. Really beautiful. I took lots of pictures of it. How often do any of us really stop and take the time to watch the sun set? I highly recommend it.

Chad and I found a carriage ride still in operation after dark, so we decided instead of turning in at 7:45, we would tour the town of Natchez in a carriage. I took lots of pics, but didn't upload them on here. Above is the First Presbyterian Church. All the churches in downtown are just gorgeous.

This morning we went in St. Mary's Basilica . Wow. There was such a sense of reverence in a church like that. And it was one of the most beautiful churches I have ever seen.

This is the Guest House. Now a bed and breakfast, it once belonged to Dr. Nutt and his wife (the owners of Longwood) as their town home. This is one of the things Mrs. Nutt had to sell after they went broke.

This is Stanton Hall at night. This was the 3rd home we toured before we left today. One of the rooms in that house was my favorite rooms out of all 3 houses. It was GORGEOUS.

Ready to turn in for the night!

The view from our hotel room when we woke up.

Stanton Hall in daylight. We ate lunch at the Carriage House, which is on the same property. The Carriage House had great food. They are famous for their Mint Juleps--- a southern delicacy (wink, wink)--- but of course, preggo just had water with a twist of lemon and Chad had his normal sweet tea. They sure did look refreshing though.

Our only souvenirs were for the baby. I will not tell you how much we paid for this dress, but I feel it was well worth it. It's not very often you find Colonel Reb anymore. And I'm certainly not buying a dress with a black bear across it. Chad had a moment of weakness and really, and I mean REALLY splurged on this dress. I bought it in a size 2 so maybe she can get a little more wear out of it.

There was a children's boutique that was very upscale and depending on who you are, either VERY affordable or unaffordable. For us, it was not an affordable place to be leisurely shopping. But, they just happened to have ALL of their clothes on sale for 40%. If Chad would not have been with me, I could have done some major damage. I fell in love with the outfit above. Since it was on sale, the sticker shock wasn't quite so painful. I also bought a matching bow. Hush your mouth.

Daddy also had to buy her first pair of shoes. Handpicked by Daddy himself.

Fun times in Natchez. Next time we will go when the weather is a little more merciful.

This morning we had such an entertaining breakfast: Apparently this couple had spent the night together after one too many drinks. He was a show-off. She was dressed in very little for 8:30 in the morning. His voice carried. LOUDLY. Apparently, neither of them remembered much about the night before, other than they had a little too much swagger in their wagons, and he was telling her a little about himself. LOUDLY. (Did I say that already?) He grew up (these are his words) "privileged and with a silver spoon in his mouth". His dad "is a very prominent, well-known doctor in his hometown of Jackson". Life was "very tough because Jackson is such a hard place to grow up in. Everyone is superficial". Apparently it just depends on what side of the tracks in Jackson you grew up in. He went on and on and on about himself. Chad and I about died. I swear I almost threw up my scrambled eggs and orange juice. And she wasn't much better. Then they were trying to decide "where to go from here". He didn't want to "be awkward or anything". But, "he really had a great time last night". (Even though he admitted "What exactly happened last night?) By the end of breakfast he was checking her phone--- yes, I said checking her phone--- because he just wanted to see what kind of apps she had on her phone. He "always likes to see what other kind of apps people have on their phones to make sure he's not missing anything cool". As they left, she went to the drink station to refill her drink, and he walked over to her and sniffed her. I guess he was trying to be smooth and all, but it was the uncoolest thing I have ever seen. Free entertainment at breakfast. I guess it doesn't get much better than that. However at one point I really wanted to go ask them to take this very "private" conversation back to the privacy of whatever room they came from.

Sunday and randoms......

On Sunday my son was caught picking his nose and "burping on people" during kid's church. As punishment, we took his iPod away for the day on Sunday. Something he has been a little too attached too anyway. However, it turned out to be a punishment for me as well. Good thing I can be just as stubborn as any 7 year old. What did parents do in the days before modern technology? Drink themselves silly? I probably would have.

I love couponing on Sunday afternoons. I got off track for a few months because life seemed to get so crazy. But now I come home from church, eat lunch, clean out my expired coupons, organize my new ones, and make my list and take my coupon trip while everyone at my house has their Sunday afternoon rests. Getting away by myself is great rest for me. Sunday at CVS, I bought 2 jumbo packs of newborn diapers (Huggies), 4 tubes of toothpaste (Colgate), and Toy Story Band-Aids for the kids for $20 out of pocket. In addition, I received $10 in CVS extra care bucks (which is like money to use on your next purchase on almost anything in the store). So, technically, I spent a total of $10 for diapers, toothpaste, and band-aids. I love couponing, and while I'm on the subject, for those of you who coupon, please don't hoard. Save some for those of us who would like to get a good deal on something we actually use. (This is why I can't watch the show "Extreme Couponing". It makes me ill. No one needs 100 boxes of macaroni and cheese stockpiled in their garage--- unless you are feeding the homeless.) Deals will eventually come back around. So please, don't take all 30 bottles of soap, shampoo, and deodorant just because you can get it for so cheap. And I know what you're thinking-- this is coming from someone who bought 4 tubes of toothpaste in one trip. If you know me at all, you know I brush my teeth at least 20 times a day. No need to fear my teeth rotting out. I just won't have any enamel left in 10 years. Plus, I left plenty of toothpaste for others. So quit being hoarders just because you are getting something for such a good deal!!!!

My dad joined the church on Sunday morning. It was an answer to prayer I had been secretly praying for a couple of years.

Our office is moving to a different location/city this week. Thursday is supposed to be THE day. I'm very excited, but my poor boss has been so stressed out about it. There are so many little things that keep piling up into big things. It's only inevitable for a move like this. It will be worth it in the end and after the dust settles, but I just hope things transition smoothly this week.

I have been going through the boy's clothes and taking them to consignment. I didn't realize how sad it would make me. I did keep a lot of things, but it's still hard looking through all those clothes and remembering how tiny they were and how it seems like only yesterday they were wearing them. Kids grow up too fast and time goes by too fast. I wish I could freeze time or bottle it somehow. Five more months before I have this baby girl, which seems like an eternity. But I know before I turn around she will be back talking and fighting with her brothers. I'm trying to enjoy this pregnancy since this is probably the last. Turns out, my body is begging me to never conceive a child again. My mind would have to agree.

Chad and I are going to Natchez soon. It is just an overnight trip that we were supposed to take for our anniversary. Then my grandfather became sick and we never made the trip. Do you know how excited I am to get away for 24 hours? It's sad, I know. I would rather have my toes in the sand somewhere for a few days, but at this point I will take what I can get. No beach trips for us since we might have to have our air conditioning unit replaced. Life!!!! Why were we dumb enough as kids to want to be grown-ups? Did we really think our parents had it that easy??? God definitely has a sense of humor.

And Chad and I might end up in divorce court over naming this baby. Seriously. Some days I just want to smack him. He still refuses to like the name Mary Clayton. I still refuse to compromise. However, one name that HE suggested-- Mary Clair-- rolled around in my head for a day and I told him that might could be a possibility. So then he told me he didn't like that name!!!! He was the one who suggested it to begin with. Do you see why I want to smack him?

I love good deals!!!!!

Yes, I am having SOOOOOOOOOOO much fun with this girl shopping!!! (And this is coming from someone who wanted all boys at one time--- but then I had two boys and was reminded God has a sense of humor.)

If you have girls or boys or like to shop in any form or fashion--- check out www.zulily.com.

Everything on this website is discounted. And I'm going to need lots of discounts for the damage I'm going to be doing to our checking account by shopping for so many cute girly girl things. Although, I'm very fortunate-- I have a husband who is SO excited about having a girl, that he is almost encouraging me to buy her all the cute things we can afford. (Or can't afford, whichever way you want to look at it.) Chad got an unexpected bonus at work last week and cashed the check and gave it to me to spend on myself and the baby. (I think it was more for the baby than for me.)

I have always, ALWAYS bought nice things for my boys. But the older boys get, the less there is to choose from. It's mainly t-shirts and jeans or shorts. That's about all you have to pick from. That is one reason I am having so much fun with this. I love getting good bargains, and if I can find something for a steal, even if it won't be worn for another 2 years, you better believe I am snatching it up. I bought Baby Girl her first Christmas dress and a few other Christmas outfits the other day at Tuesday Morning for a steal. I went to Apple Annie's gift shop last week while they were having their moving sale and bought a diaper bag, a baby book (a NICE baby book) some burp cloths and bibs to be monogrammed, a sign that says "Cutie Patootie" for the nursery and a few other things all for $35. The baby book alone was originally that much by itself. I really racked up.

I'm also looking forward to Mistletoe Marketplace this year. Yes, that is about 2 days before I'm supposed to be giving birth, but if I'm not on bed rest or having any complications, I am there with bells on. They always have FANTASTIC girl clothes-- smocked dresses, cute jumpsuits, cute jewelry, and toys. They have cute boy things, too, but Chad will not allow me to dress our boys in most of the things they sell.

Anyway, moving on to my purchases this morning........

This dress was too adorable to pass up. It reminds me of dresses my mom dressed me in when I was an infant--- not that I remember, but from the pictures I have seen of myself. I got this one in 9 month size.

There are no words for this dress. Except WAY TOO CUTE!!!! I got this one in 12 months because I was thinking this would be AWESOME for a first birthday party. And if it's cooler weather, you can easily put long sleeves on under it.

Both of those dresses were at least 50% off.

Bought this one for myself, of course. It's turning out to be a hot summer and nothing like feeling like Shamu the whale AND being hot and sweaty. Might as well try to look cute being preggo. (Key word: TRY). And I loved this because the model is almost as white as I am. She made me feel better about showing my fair skin. This dress was originally $60. I got it for $24. SCORE!

And p.s. Don't forget to vote on the right-hand side of my blog page for a baby name. This is mainly for fun, but also to amuse myself.

Be sure and vote on the right-hand side of my blog page for Baby Miller's name. It's all in good fun, but also to show my husband that I have good taste. The names listed are all serious considerations. Of course, the family name is extra special and my top pick. (Mary Clayton)