Baby #4 is set to arrive next summer. I remembered all too well from my past pregnancies how much "morning" sickness sucks, but I still wasn't prepared for the way it totally took me out of commission this go round. I haven't sewn a thing in weeks. I haven't even gone into my sewing room. There have been days where I've barely made it off the couch. Luckily I'm starting to see the light at the end of the first trimester tunnel, and feeling a bit better. Which is a good thing, because it's been hard keeping up with this birthday boy:
At two years old, Cooper is a smart and funny little guy. His great loves right now are Star Wars (he pretends to be Luke Skywalker and use a vacuum attachment for a lightsaber- pew pew!), Cookie Monster, Coldplay, spatulas, books, and ice cream. He counts to 13 (skipping numbers 4 and 11) and talks non-stop. It will be fun to see how he changes over the next year.
Merry Christmas! I hope all is well with your families and that you have a safe and beautiful remainder of the holiday season.
