Sweet Berry Farms

Last week during spring break my sister came into town for a few days with Savannah. On Thursday we loaded into Sarah's car and headed for Sweet Berry Farms in Marble Falls to pick strawberries. And OH MY GOSH, I'm not sure why I haven't been there before since I've lived in Austin for 18 years! A little unknown fact about me is that I LOVE strawberries. Love them. Could probably survive on strawberries alone. When I was a little girl and we lived in Colorado Springs we had a strawberry patch in our backyard and I couldn't wait to eat them until we got into the house. I would eat them as I picked them. Well, Sweet Berry Farms was like crack to me and I was in heaven. While I picked and picked every strawberry I could, Sarah entertained Savannah (who would have much rather been somewhere that she could demonstrate her new crawling abilities). Sheridan played in the fields with me and picked a few strawberries and then Mimi took her to see the goats. I could have stayed there for hours but lunch time rolled around and we headed to the famous Bluebonnet Cafe for some lunch and delicious pie!

My little helper

More proof that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! She sure knows how to make her mommy proud.Savannah started blowing kisses while she was here and here she is mid kiss

Mimi and Savannah

Maybe next year Savannah can play in the strawberry fields with us

Apparently this was not close enough for Sheridan and she requested "open gate" so she could get even more up-close and personal with the goatsSavannah loved looking at the goats Aunt Sarah's new pimp ride is complete with a DVD player and Sheridan loved watching Dora and listening through the headphones. Sarah loved that Savannah was able to sleep peacefully. And I loved that we could listen to the radio and not Dora. (Note to self: must get pimp new ride when lease on Envoy is up.)
What $15 worth of strawberries and a happy Julie looks like

27 weeks

I can't believe I'm already in my 3rd trimester! This pregnancy has gone by so fast and it didn't dawn on me how far along I really was until one day a few weeks ago when I was shopping for maternity clothes.

Sales person: "How far along are you?"

Me: "24 weeks."

Sales person: "Oh, so you're 6 months."

Short pause while a truck full of bricks hits me in the face.

Me: (thinking, not speaking, trying to hold it together) HOLY SHIT! I'm 6 months?!?!? 24 weeks sounds so much better. Like I have more time to get ready for this baby. We have no name, nothing picked out for the bedding, nothing ready in the room, all the necessities (car seat, etc.) are still in the attic and other random places throughout the house. We've only got 3 months to get it together!!!!!

So it's been 3 weeks and the only progress I've made (other than getting bigger and making a mess in the baby's room by going through crates of Sheridan's clothes) is that I finally picked out fabric for her bedding and purchased it today. Her nursery will be pink and brown and I'm hoping I can drag Cameron to Home Depot this weekend to pick out a paint color for the walls. This shouldn't be too difficult since Home Depot is practically Cameron's 2nd home and he could spend hours in that store. Gag.

And how big am I? Well, according to my darling husband, I'm as big as a house. Yes, he actually said that to one of his friends on the phone. And I would have killed him BY SITTING ON HIM, but he's got a lot of shit to do around here for this little one.

I wish I had a picture of myself at 27 weeks when I was pregnant with Sheridan to compare, but I wasn't very good then either about taking belly pictures.