Here is a list of things I like today:

1. This picture of my niece. I know she looks grumpy here but actually she’s not. It’s a hilarious picture, at least to my biased aunt-ish eyes. It makes me want to make a meme:

Come to think of it, why can’t I make a meme? Just because I’ve never made one before doesn’t mean I never should! Yes! Yes I will make a meme! I will make a meme NOW!

I don’t know, what do you think? It’s not very good. I’m not a very good meme-maker. I always fancy myself hilarious until I have to write a funny caption for a photo, and then I’m like… “uh…why did the…uh…chicken…uh…why did the chicken peck at the ground?”

Lame.

2. This picture of my husband, Poor Kyle, holding my non-grumpy niece. He is so precious with babies I can’t hardly stand it:

3. This other picture of my niece, taken a few months later, proving that a) she’s really not at all grumpy and b) I am missing her entire life and am therefore the worst auntie that ever lived:

I showed the above photo to my coworker today and she said, “That is a baby who wants for nothing.” I couldn’t agree more. Look at that grin! Her life is bliss!

4. The following possible name for our unborn baby:

Sassafras Fairbanks.

SASSAFRAS FAIRBANKS!!! Can you imagine?? Is that not the most epic baby name you ever heard?

I almost have the balls to do it but then I’m like, no. No balls. What if our baby has a big bum and Sassafras becomes some kind of dirty nickname? I can’t handle the pressure.

But I still think it sounds awesome. Somebody please name your baby Sassafras for me?

5. These three photos of a winter drive Poor Kyle and I took a few weekends ago. We were being spontaneous. We hopped in the truck one Sunday afternoon with an overnight bag and our passports and headed to Kalispell, Montana. The drive down was a little stormy and blizzard-y but between the nerve-wracking bits were other bits of wintery bliss:

It was an awesome little jaunt, highlighted by meals at restaurants without needing to pack a diaper bag or worry about noisy children. Highlighted by sleeping a whole night through in the most luxurious bed we’ve ever known, waking up at 9:30 to sunlight streaming through the curtains. Highlighted by driving the whole way there and back without stopping once for potty breaks. Highlighted by sheer, unadulterated carefree freedom.

In case you couldn’t tell, I feel these numbered days slipping away from me and I’m trying my hardest to make them count.

I’m not saying I won’t love my baby.

I’m just saying I won’t love it as much as I love my sleep.

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