Europe

We leave tomorrow. In just two days I will be making my way around London, freaking England!! 

For those of you who know me I have always held traveling close to my heart and in very high regards. I haven't been too many places, but I don't think I'm doing too bad for a 23 year old either. But this trip has been a long time coming. When I was around 15 the four Van A sisters started planning a trip to Europe. The year Becky graduates we will all venture there together for a decent chunk of the summer. I even skipped out on a pretty cool opportunity to go with my art class in grade 11. I was always fine missing it, because it wouldn't be the trip I wanted anyway. Then graduation came around, and so did 2 wedding in the Van A clan, and our trip got pushed to the back of certain people minds...Haha. 

8 years later I still held on tight to my Europe trip dream. And I am so friggen happy I skipped and missed out and waved goodbye to those other trips, because now I get to go with my husband. My Thomas. And that makes up for all the waiting and has made me so happy and so excited as I planned our trip out. 3 weeks away, just the two of us. Learning, growing, experiencing the world together.. And let me tell ya, that sounds a heck of a lot better than going with some snotty teenagers and teachers who think they know all the rules and ways of the world. 

Incredible!

You know what's amazing?! Feeling your baby move inside of you. I doubt the feeling will get old, but these first few times are just indescribable. Better yet, sitting on the couch late at night with your husband, and having him feel some of the first movements. So small you think your going a little bit crazy, this is a miracle in the making. And I can't wait for what's coming next. 

Looks like Sally-joe my dear pot-belly will be swelling to quite the proportions shortly. Stay tuned. 

Eureka!

I've found it! Or in this case figured it out. I like babies. I love babies! I love when you can hold them for hours and all they do is sleep and snuggle and fit perfectly in your arms.

Then they get annoying. They need to be held right, bounced all night, they want their mom, they don't like having their diaper changed. It turns into real poo, that stinks. They get bigger, whiney, and less cuddly. And they take lots of time and work to entertain and play with.

Then, all of a sudden, they cock their head and smirk at you. And they start playing with you, and loving you, and behaving better for you than their parents. They become fun!

And I have 3 little munchkins that all of a sudden I love to play with.