This week has been all about eating fresh figs with honey, taking naps, and trying to find new and exciting ways to entertain a two year old indoors for most of the day -- I've swept up a lot of glitter and pretended to be a puppy more times than I can count. Yum, puppy treats.
I'm starting to feel *very* pregnant over here. I still have ankles, but I'm 34 weeks tomorrow and it is hot as the dickens outside so anything could happen.
Hope you have a sweet weekend.
More soon,
L.
