Thursday, February 28, 2013

a letter to baby b

Dear Baby B,

    Tomorrow is the day we find out if you are a boy or a girl. I never knew something the size of a banana could make me feel so much love. You haven't even arrived yet and already you've changed our little family in so many ways- for the better. Whether you are a boy or a girl doesn't matter to me. I'm just so excited to be able to call you by the name we've picked out for you and really get to know you. I'm starting to learn the times you move in my belly and something tells me you're picking up on when daddy and I are trying to catch a kick from the outside. You always stop moving. But I've been sneaky and caught a few of them. Don't worry, its just your parents trying to get to know you from the outside in.
   Whatever you are, boy or girl, you already make my heart swell to sizes I never knew possible. I can't wait until the moment when I can hold you in my arms and kiss you.

Love,
Mommy

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

look at that belly!

This week has been the week filled with many looks of shock in my direction. Sadly, its not because I'm so ridiculously good looking.

Once they get over the shock, they say things like "Oh! You totally look pregnant today!"

So in response, I rub my belly, take another bite of my pizza slice and reply with, "Yes, yes I am. It's actually a baby causing that belly, not me just piling on pounds right before your very eyes!" Or maybe I am...but (taking a line from my favorite trashy reality show) its for the right reasons. I swear!

In all reality, of course it's exciting to have people recognizing I'm pregnant. As I told some of my gf's, pregnancy is like being a part of the cool crowd in high school. You want everyone in it to know you're a part of it. You are one of them.  I've spent the last 5 months crazily winking at other preggo's only to have them pick up their stuff and slowly side step away from me. I've constantly had to resist the urge to run after ladies carrying a heavy front load and yell, "I'm one of you TOO!" and then bombard them with zillions of questions and talk to them about my pregnancy. I've never done that though, because that would be creepy. I didn't look pregnant. But now that I look like one of them, it will totally be acceptable. Right?

Either way, I leave you with a snapshot of week 20:


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Registering....

In the world of babies and things they need, A and I have not a clue. Sure, I've babysat for years so I know things that work for their kids. But what about mine? What things do we absolutely need and what things are just gimmicks and what things would be good to have but not a necessity?! It's a crazy world out there in baby land!!

Registering for our wedding a short 10 months ago was much easier. A new toaster? Sure! Oooh we need a new clothes iron. And how about a steam mop?! I've always wanted one of those! Baby registering is by far much more difficult. Not only do we not know what our little bundle of joy is going to be like, we don't exactly know what it is we will need in order to keep our little precious happy and safe. 

So, in order to help guide us, we've relied on the advice of one trusty friend who's just been there done that and the book I recommended earlier, Baby Bargains. Today we hit the stores today armed with a long list, my Baby Bargains book and excitement. I do have to say, registering for Baby B actually was much more fun than wedding registering. It helps it all seem much more real and for me, it helped to begin to form an image in my mind of what life with a new baby will be like. We were honestly both excited to be picking things out, although both very overwhelmed.

Here is a conversation that happened at the last store:

Me: Oh, I think we might need one of these little bathtubs for when we give it baths.
A: What? Why? We'll just wash it in the kitchen sink! Its a huge one!
Me: Umm ok. So, we're just going to drop the baby in our sink for bath time?
A: (Scoffs). No, K. I wouldn't just drop it. I would you know, hold it in there. We even have a sprayer!

To be fair, I think we both were exhausted at this point. But A really was trying to make a point that some things we just don't need. Problem is, we don't really know exactly what those things are. This is where having a Type A personality does not come in handy. (Side note: we ended up picking a bathtub that even has a sprayer attached! Can you guess who picked it out?)

Despite our preparation, it's still exhausting trying to determine which brand, price point and safety features are the best. There are so many options out there! But for our first time out, I think we did a good job of getting the essentials nailed down. I honestly don't know how people wait to find out the sex of their baby and I can't believe we thought we were going to. It was impossible not to look at all the adorable clothes options and most of them come in colors that are not exactly unisex. Therefore we've decided to set back out again into the baby land jungle to complete registering after the big reveal next weekend. 

And we just couldn't resist one little buy for Baby B. We both loved this onsie and it was in limited availability so we jumped on it. It's so cute and makes me talk all girly and high voiced and awwww when I look at it. Ahhh I just want Baby B to be here already!!


Thursday, February 21, 2013

Wide Load...

A and I had our monthly checkup at the doctor today. I always love these visits for the opportunity to hear little Baby B's heartbeat. I also love getting the chance to check in with our awesome doctor and ask every question under the sun. In my first trimester, I lost weight. While I'd love to say it was because of all the healthy eating and yoga I was doing, it was largely because of the absence of wine in my life. But either way, I was happy to be losing and not gaining.

Then came the second trimester. As of the last appointment, I had gained back to my original weight before pregnancy. Great! I thought. I'm going to totally be one of those skinny ladies who hardly even  look pregnant. Better yet, I clearly won't even have to watch what I eat! This is fun!

Then came the cravings. And thanks to this blog, many loving people in my life wanted to cater to my gummy craving needs and before I knew it I had a kitchen stocked full of Starbursts and Sour Patch Kids. Then came the "I'm pregnant.... if there was ever a time to eat what I want, its now!" thoughts. So eat I did. Everything in sight. Pssshhh...I'm pregnant. Pants aren't supposed to zip!

Today at the doctor, I was expecting a gain. I mean, I'm pregnant, duh. I'm supposed to gain weight. Unfortunately, I blew past my old weight and began entering into freshman year of college territory within one month. You know its not a good thing when the doctor raises her eyebrows and says, "11 pounds since last visit? Yeah, we might want to start watching that."

To which I scoffed, "Well, what am I supposed to gain??" The answer was terrifying. Half a pound per week. Meaning, I should have only gained 2 pounds in the last month. Yep, there it is.

Any of you who know me well enough or have known me for years know about my experience freshman year in college. I went in skinny as a pole and I left large and in charge, unaware of my 30 pound weight gain. I ate, drank, ate, and drank some more. Funny thing was, despite going up a few sizes, I never noticed how big I had gotten until I came home and my lovely little sister said, "Oh my god!! You got FAT!" Since I love nothing more than making fun of myself, I'm even providing proof from that year. Fortunately, I was back to my fighting weight by the start of sophomore year, thanks to not having whole pizzas delivered to me nightly.

Can you tell which one is me? Apparently the weight gain scared my eyebrows away. 

I tell that story because I'm clearly good at gaining weight and eating lots of food--and not recognizing the effects. Today's visit was a good slap in the face to make me realize I need to watch what I'm taking in, as it all has to come off again in a few months....and I'm definitely not 19 years old anymore. So while I'd love to use Baby B as an opportunity to eat everything bad in sight, its time to get myself back onto the healthy bandwagon I rode into this pregnancy on.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

On the Move!

Baby B is officially on the move! For the last two weeks I've been feeling "hints" of movements, as I have mentioned on here from time to time. I continued to secretly get excited, but didn't want to exactly scream it from the mountain tops as I wasn't quite sure if it was just gas. How embarrassing would that be? "My baby just moved, I swear it moved! Nope, wait, it was just an after dinner fart working its way out." Yep, I just wrote the word "fart" on my blog. I went there.

Anyways, after feeling the same movements over and over again, I began to pick up on times it would happen and how they felt. I've had a very hard time describing these movements to A, much to his frustration. His frustration also stems from the fact that he has yet to feel them. They're still quite sporadic and Baby B seems to sense the second you put your hand on my belly and stop moving. It even does it to me. Such a little brat and so our child.

However, today, it happened over and over again throughout the day. Let me tell you how difficult it was not to bring it up in front of the kiddos (which would have thereby invited 21 curious pairs of hands onto my belly). While reading aloud this afternoon, I started to feel actual motions like a kick or a punch. I couldn't help but smile to myself and be proud that it was most active during a time I was reading out loud. But lets be honest, Baby B was probably moving due to the way I was sitting, stuffed into my pants and pissed off that its living space was cramped as I still try to squeeeze into my normal skinny pants. Those days are quickly going bye bye.

In other news, A and I spent the day thrifting on Sunday looking for a gem to add to the nursery. We already picked up a dresser, but I wanted something with storage underneath it to use as the changing table. After looking all day, we came upon a wholesale furniture warehouse by our house and decided to stop by. This place was HUGE and the pieces were all unique and very well-built. We found piece after piece that we liked, until we came upon this beauty.
Excuse the poor photo image. This was taken at the warehouse by an excited daddy to be. Notice the boss in charge, leaning on the dresser. 

We're in love. I think it will work perfect as a changing table/storage piece for Baby B. Our all day shopping adventure also sparked some ideas for how to refinish the $30 dresser I scored a few months ago. Stay tuned for the progress on that piece!

Have a great week!

xo,

Monday, February 18, 2013

A Night on the Town

Last night, my sister in law, Nora came down to visit A and I for the evening. She brought with her the cutest little birth bracelet as a gift to Baby B and I. Love!
 It has a footprint and says "Due in July".

Cousin Emily got wind that Nora was in town and wanted her hair trimmed so she came over to take advantage of Nora's visit and then decided to join us for dinner out. After having some cocktails at our place, we ventured out into the cold to a restaurant A had made reservations at. Fail. Major fail. We walked in and the whole place was empty except maybe 10 others. We sat down and then quickly agreed we needed to bolt. Instead, we walked down a block and went to another place which ended up hitting the spot.

A, Nora and I had been here before, but it had been about a year. Nora love mussels as much as I do so I was excited to have her there to split an order with. The place stepped up an even higher notch when I discovered they make something called a "mommy-tini". So while everyone else indulged in their wine and beer, I got to sip on my mommy-tini. Yum!

To be honest, I'm starting to realize the smart restaurants have already created a mommy friendly drink. They mix fruity juices into some sort of sweet sounding concoction, give it a cool name such as "mommy-tini" or "mommy juice", and then charge $4-$5 for the drink when I otherwise would've just stuck to water. Even so, I'm definitely sold on the appeal of having even a fake drink to sip on when I'm out and about.

 Babes and I out on the town. 

Em and Nora, our lovely dates. 

Cheers!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Product Love

In honor of V-Day, I thought I'd spotlight some products I've been loving so far in my pregnancy. The first thing I turned to when I found out I was carrying a bundle of joy, was books. I love to read. So it was only natural for me to turn to books; after google freaked me out enough to send me into tears and thinking of jumping off a building. I kid, I kid. But you get the point. Google can be cray cray.

The first two books, a recent preggo friend of mine, Laura, sent to me and I can't thank her enough. The Mayo Clinic's Guide to a Healthy Pregnancy saved my sanity during the treacherous weeks of the first trimester and into the second. In fact, it is still my BFF when I'm having doubts or anything weird happens. As my friend Laura suggested: turn to it before you ever turn to Google. And boy was she ever right.

The next book she sent was called Baby Bargains. It goes through and gives ratings of popular products on a grading scale. Its very easy to read and so organized. It also helps me overcome the panicky sweats that tend to start up as soon as I start thinking about the baby and the products and the safety and ohmygod how am I ever going to keep this child alive?! My copy is dog eared, underlined, starred, and highlighted all over and I've owned it for two months.

The last book I've read is The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy. This was given to me by a coworker who just had her own little precious. This book isn't one of those cheesy books where you sit and think, who the hell are these people?! I'd never be friends with them! Instead, I was instantly drawn to her sarcastic, hilarious honesty. It truly is like having that girlfriend who tells you everything and I mean everything normal people don't want to talk about when it comes to pregnancy and all its gory details. All of which of course, my inquiring, terrified mind wants to know.

Finally, a product a coworker recommended to me, Clarins Tonic Oil. Now this, I cannot totally attest to as I'm not that far along and I'm clearly not that big yet. BUT, my coworker Sally is about 5'3", maybe 110 pounds soaking wet and she carried triplets. TRIPLETS! Three little babes in her belly.  How on earth those little darlings ever made room in her tiny belly is beyond me, but they did. And would you believe, she has NO stretch marks. Not one. Go ahead and think it: bitch. (She's actually quite fantastic and hilarious and awesome, but go ahead and hate her- just a little). Sally swore by this product and as soon as I heard she had no stretch marks I ran (lets be honest, hopped in my husbands car) to the nearest Macy's and picked up a $50 bottle. I've been using it every day since and so far have no stretch marks. To me, its worth the money to put me in the mindset that I will not get stretch marks. It also smells awesome and leaves my skin feeling soft.
**Disclaimer: stretch marks are said to be hereditary. Who knows what to believe. I'm believing in this stuff and if it doesn't work, eh, I tried.**

So far, thats it on the recommendations. If you find yourself newly knocked up, I hope this gives you some ideas. Or if you have a friend that has just come out of the closet as a new mom, hook her up with one of these books! You'll look like a fab, knowledgeable friend.

Happy Valentines Day to all you sweeties, lover bunnies, and sugar pies out there!

xo,

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Getting our Goat On

I'm a huge fan of all cooking shows. I love to cook myself, but even better I love to eat good food. So when a Top Chef winner, Stephanie Izard opened a restaurant in Chicago, I couldn't wait to try it. Hard to believe it was three years ago when a dear friend of mine, Abbey, got engaged. To celebrate, we went to Stephanie Izard's new restaurant, Girl and the Goat. Abbey is cool and has connections like that to get us in to hip places. It was to die for. I'll admit the menu was a little strange to me- many of the things I didn't know- but I was still excited. Everything and I mean everything was amazing. I swore up and down I'd go back soon to introduce A to it and have the delectable eats all over again. To boot, that year at school a parent gave me $100 worth of Girl and the Goat gift certificates as a thank you for teaching her sons. Now we HAD to go back!

Fast forward to three years later, still no re-visit to Girl and the Goat. I'd heard A complaining about never having visited over and over again but for whatever reason, it was just never a convenient time to go. Not to mention, its impossible to get in to unless you have cool connections. And I for one, do not have cool connections. So, back in December when he mentioned it yet again, I called to finally make a reservation. Sure enough, the first one available at a decent time was February. I picked yesterday as a way to "surprise" A for our anniversary. YES! I thought! I'm off the hook for having to think of something sweet and sentimental this year and he finally gets to visit this restaurant he's heard all about. Double whammy! I'm such a romantic at heart.

Unfortunately, my romantic ideas of a surprise failed when I mentioned to him not to make plans for dinner on this night and he immediately guessed where we were going. Yesterday, the day finally came and we rolled into the restaurant the way only A and I can: bickering over where to go and how to park. Ahh, love. So sweet it is.

We were seated and ordered drinks right away. Another reason why I love this place? Turns out they have a fruity drink created especially for preggos! So I too, got to order a cocktail. Heaven. A's eyes got big and I knew he was freaking out over what to order as soon as he saw the menu. I calmed him down the best way I could by saying, lose your close-minded, picky, foodie attitude and order something, its OK honey, I swear. Everything, no matter what, is amazing- even if you can't pronounce it! I may or may not have said my first thought, but I can't remember. Pregnancy brain.

To my utter shock, A ordered goat belly. Say whaaaat!?!? Goat belly? Eww. "Uh, we are at a place with goat in the name, aren't we?!?" Was A's response to my jaw being on the table over him picking goat belly. (Now who's the close minded foodie, huh?!) He also ordered the beef short ribs, since we knew we both liked that. I ordered arctic char and something called Soga. The waitress informed us Soga was a mixture of pork, beef, and goat in pasta. Hmm.

First came arctic char. Ah-mazing. That started us both off right. Then we went to the short ribs. By the end of the meal, they were determined our least favorite. Turns out, it was because it just wasn't that different. The Soga came next and was to die for. I can't even explain how good it was. Far and away my favorite. Last was the goat belly. A loved it. I thought it was good, definitely a new taste, but I got a fatty part and fat isn't my friend when its right there staring right at you. I prefer it hidden in chips, fries, and various sweets. Leading me into dessert. We never get dessert, but this was a special occasion. Oh. My. Word. What a way to end a meal.

Overall, it was absolutely fantastic. The service was great and the food was even better. And even my dear husband who can sometimes be a little new food shy stepped far out on a limb and loved every bite he tasted. We can't wait to go back. So, I leave you with a picture of A after the meal, stuffed and incredibly happy. Guess I unintentionally hit a romantic home run! Yay, me!!


Monday, February 11, 2013

'Merica's High Five

This weekend A and I packed up the car to head to Michigan for the weekend to see my side of our family. Our trip had two purposes. One was to celebrate the births of my brother and sister. The other was to pick up the Highlander we bought from my dad. Our new car will be the main ride for Baby B when it arrives. We will also now have two sets of wheels, which will be nice for work commuting...ie; A will have a way to get around while I'm at work now.

First on the agenda was dinner for my sister Caitlin's birthday. We had a large group of 14 to celebrate so we headed to the mexican restaurant around the corner for her dinner. It ended up working out perfectly. We had our own party room, the margaritas were flowing (for everyone else) and the food was quite tasty. There was even a birthday sombrero we all got to wear. Arrreeeba!

Every birthday girl needs a sombrero!

 Man vs. Food, Saginaw style. Food won, for one of them.

The hubs and I in between mowing down baskets of chips and salsa.

This weekend also marked the first time I felt little Baby B be-boppin' all around my stomach! Its quite a strange feeling, I have to say. At first I was convinced it was just gas bubbles, as it tends to happen around eating. But the more and more it kept happening, I knew it wasn't just gas. Nope, it's the feeling of my little munchkin punching, kicking, and flipping its way around my belly. We have yet to catch it from the outside, but its a constant feeling inside my belly. 

With that, I leave you with the last two weeks' growth. Not much by some peoples standards, but a lot by "my jeans don't fit anymore-even unbuttoned and rubber banded" standards. Seems to be a lot of my "growth" has been in the hip area. Them's some birthin' hips!


Happy Monday!

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Sheeeedds!

My sister Caitlin's boyfriend has a fascination with Shedd's Aquarium. He LOVES it. Every time he comes to visit us, he talks about going. He wants to get married there, and we've even attempted to go once, but were faced with a 3 hour line. Shedd's has become kind of an inside joke for all of us.

So when I found out we were going to Shedd's on a field trip, I knew just the person who would be insanely jealous of my trip. In order to make him feel better, I tried to capture lots of aquatic pictures while we were there. That was the fun part of my day. And here's some that I captured.





Pretty, right? It really is a very cool place. And while I was there, I couldn't help but put myself a year ahead from now and imagine bringing our own child to visit the fishies and the dolphins.

Rewind to the present and there I was faced with six curious, energetic little 7 and 8 year olds, beyond ecstatic to be out of the classroom for a day and exploring Shedds. Honestly, they were amazing and too cute for words. Its a fun experience to be able to get to know some of your students in a smaller group, outside of the school setting. You get a peek into their minds and what they think outside of math and science.

But their energy. OMG their energy. We were only there for four hours and by the end of the day, I felt like I ran a marathon! Their minds just move so fast and so do their legs. They're all over the place at one time excited to see new things. It certainly was a glimpse into having my own 7 year old one day and honestly, I can't wait.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Hey Baby B, Whats your Load Size??

This weekend, A and I were with a couple friend of ours, Jamee and Dan. Jamee is one of my nearest and dearest friends who also stood up with us in our wedding in October. Since Jamee hasn't done enough for A and I in the last year, she's also going to be throwing a baby shower for me in Chicago along with another nearest and dearest of mine, Lindsay (also a bridesmaid). I'll owe these ladies my second born child at the rate I'm going.

Jamee, Dan, A and I got to talking about the baby shower when Jamee brought up the idea of a Diaper Shower for A. Diaper showers are something where A and all his beer guzzling buddies get together and drink all they can in a last hurrah- or in our case- an extension of his bachelor party. The only catch is, every attendee has to bring a package of diapers for Baby B.

Great idea, right? Dan and A were excitedly talking about how fun it could be when A got serious and asked how we could make sure Baby B didn't get all one kind of diaper. And this is when he dropped the best soon to be dad bomb I've heard to date:

"So, do I ask the guys to bring different load size diapers?" A asked in wonder. "They come in load sizes, right?"

To which all of us burst into laughter at. I love my husband. But I also love when I get to make fun of him.

LOAD SIZES!?! So, what do you think is going to happen? Newborn Baby B's gonna shoot you a wink and say, "Hey dad, after the amount of breast milk I had for dinner, I can feel a real BIG load comin' on tonight. Better diaper me up accordingly."

Oh my word I am dying laughing even as I type this. Hilarious. And oh, so innocent at the same time. After we stopped crying laughing we were able to explain that diapers come in baby age sizes, not load sizes. Phew. I'm so glad we had that conversation before A went on his first diaper buying adventure. I can just picture it now.

"Excuse me, ma'am, what load sizes do you carry in diapers here?"

xo,

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Baby Lovin'

Today we got to go and visit new baby Ava, who's just turned two months old. I was excited to not only see our friends Reggie & Laura but to also be able to pick Laura's brain about all things pregnancy and of course meet baby Ava.

In other exciting news, IT SNOWED LAST NIGHT!! People, this is becoming headline news when it does happen. Its been a very dry winter, to say the least. All of which I could care less about, but my poor little darlings at school have been so depressed over it. Anyways, A and I bundled up in our winter gear and hopped in the car with Jamee and Dan to head out to the suburbs for the day.
 Weeee! To the suburbs we go!

When we arrived I was shocked and actually put at ease by the fact that their baby gear has not taken over their house. Granted, they have a beautiful 4-bedroom home which looks like a mansion compared to our humble 2 bedroom barely 900 square ft city apartment. But it still made me feel better about my "babies and all their never ending gear ohmygosh where is it going to fit in our house" fear.

Even better, Laura and Reggie seem to be fitting into their new roles as parents just fine. I mean, they've been able to handle it all on their own. And Ava's still kicking...alive and well. She even smiles a whole lot. Which is just too much to handle on the cuteness scale.
Chubby cheeks

We even got to hold her for a bit. I couldn't help but capture a gazillion pics of the moments as she is just so stinking cute.

 She's a natural, people!

 A trying to figure out what Ava's all about. 

This baby thing is a piece of cake!!

A big thanks to Laura and Reggie for hosting all of us for the day. I always love getting to squeeze in some baby lovin'. We also got word our pregnant friends, Zach and Laura, are having a boy!! All this baby excitement is almost too much to handle. 

Now it's time to to relax and get prepped for Fat Sunday, or the Super Bowl Sunday to most people. Although I could care less about what is happening on TV. My only concern will be about all the tasty goodies I get to stuff into my mouth and feel OK about it. 

xo,

What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Yowza. Was this ever a week. "Grades due week" notoriously sinks me every time. No matter what I do to prevent it. Anyone who makes plans with me during that time typically gets cancelled on last minute, sans apologies. No matter how ahead of the game I think I am, I never am. And then magically, everything gets done just in the nick of time.

Yesterday, the fabric I ordered for the DIY rug I'm doing for Baby B's nursery arrived. It was so soft and squishy I just couldn't wait to get started. So last night began cutting. A's cousin Emily has the appropriate cutting materials for us to begin, but she's out of town this weekend and patience has never been a virtue of mine. Another thing about me is, I do everything and I mean everything, the hard way first. Probably due in part to the impatience.

So last night I sprawled the fabric out on the ironing board (my obvious testament to the fact I am NOT a true crafter) and nervously began measuring and cutting fabric strips to tie into the rug pad I bought a week ago. I ended up ordering 3 colors of neutral jersey-knit fabrics. I started with the first one and found that the strips were too thick. (ie; I broke through three squares on the mat. oops).

As you can see, measuring and cutting is hard work. 
One must have Starbursts in order to work efficiently.

Then I went to the next fabric. At this point, A tried to step in. I don't know why he did, as I'm far too bossy for such things. He attempted cutting a strip (incorrectly of course) and quickly gave up due to my watching like a hawk as he cut. With the next fabric, I began to realize its a much thinner fabric than the first so now my strips were too thin. The same ended up going for the third fabric. As for the hard way first, I know that once Emily arrives with the correct cutting materials, cutting the strips will be a breeze and will be more even and go much faster. But who has time to wait for such things.

My impatience won over again in that once I had a few strips I quickly began tying the strips onto the mat. I was dying to see what it would look like. In a matter of an hour and a half, this is how much I had completed. Not too bad, right? Looks like I did quite a bit.

And then you unfold the mat. And see what looks like an endless desert stretching on as far as the eye can see. The scariest part is that this is folded over 4 times. OMG why did I think I could tackle this project?!?!
The upside is that I have lots and lots of downtime these days thanks to Baby B and my inability to stay awake and therefore my tendency to not make plans. I've also got Emily on my side ready and willing to sit for hours at time and tie knots.

I really like how the rug feels in the small section I've completed and I am excited to see how it turns out. Now the next goal is to actually get it all done before July.

Have a wonderful weekend!

K
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