Talking Dogs

Matalley told me that we needed new dogs, ones that talked so that she could talk to them. Poor Deacon and Abbey:)

Mom and Dad returned the cutting board and salt and pepper shakers I made them for them in middle school wood shop class. I was getting a complex until Matt said, "these are pretty good...you really made them?" Now I definitely have a complex.

And to add to the complex...everyday Matalley asks me if the baby is still in my tummy. I hope that when the baby is out, she'll be able to notice that my stomach is not a basketball.