I am Thiiiiis Biiiiig.

My Little Mr. is growing.  We won't discuss weight because he says it's no ones business (actually I don't know it, not a believer of scales in the house.), but he is proud of his height!  Mama already hears those schools calling for football scholarships.  UT or LSU better save number 11 and number 17 for my boys sometime around the years 2029-30.

And for all my decor lovers, the growth chart? Fab, I know.  I will show more pics of that when I finish their room.

Pallet Art.

Milo is coming!  August 3 is the day, no time set yet.  Regardless, that means I have one week to get his and Max's room all ready for him!

One week.  Lots-o-projects.  And that is fine, because then I don't sit around thinking about the looming c-section ahead of me.  So not looking forward to that part.

One week.  Then four little feet will be running around this house.  I cannot wait!

Here is one item crossed off my list.  I have had the remainder of the pallet I made my pallet shelves from sitting on my back deck (which has its own mile long to-do list) driving me nuts.  I finally put it to good use.

A-dorable.  If I do say so myself.

are these shoes not the cutest? 

One week.  Two brothers.  Buddies for life.  Dirty, noisy buddies.

Get ready for the Evans' Brothers y'all!!

A Baby Sleeps.

A baby sleeps.  And I watch him.  In wonder, in awe and with a heart full of love.

A baby sleeps.  And I give thanks.  For his life, for his accomplishments, for his room lighting smile.

A baby sleeps.  And I pray.  For his future, for his happiness, for his health.

MY baby sleeps.  And he is beautiful.