The Olympics are over, and I’m still sad. Summer tv sucks. The Olympics should have inspired me to exercise and look forward to getting back into running. Instead, they inspired me to want to move to London, become royalty, and date someone from One Direction.
We may be naming the baby Pandelela, after Malaysian diver, Pandelela Rinong. We thought she was so cute, and, really, what’s a better name than Panda?
Speaking of Panda, here are some pictures of her finished nursery. I made the sign myself, after seeing it on Pinterest and finding it for sale on Etsy for $125. It’s a piece of wood and some paint, and I can barely draw a straight line, so I was pretty proud of my mad crafty skillz.
We got a new camera. Baxter doesn’t feel the fish-eye feature is flattering enough.
Summer will “officially” be over next weekend, and I’m ready for the Fall. Bring on the pumpkin beer, football, and chili!
Hopefully my next post will include some baby pictures. If it doesn’t, there’s bound to be a lot of complaining in there. You’ve been forewarned.