Operation Paci Be Gone was a success! Kate has not had a paci since Thursday night.
We are so proud of her. She really amazes me. She didn't make it as hard on us as I thought she would. Thanks Kate!
But at the same time of feeling so proud (and relieved), I just got all emotional and teary-eyed uploading this next picture, because I realize it's the last one like this she'll ever take:
I'm blaming the fact that actually shed a tear or two while typing this post completely on my pregnancy hormones.
I blame a lot of things on my hormones lately.
Like the dream I had last night where Zac Efron noticed that I needed to shave my legs as we were leaving church.
Have I ever even thought twice about Zac Efron? Absolutely not. I prefer a manly man (and one that looks like he's old enough to drive), like say....M to the Izz-A?
Does Zac Efron even attend my church? Absolutely not.
Do I really need to shave my legs? Absolutely.
Again, with the hormones.