Saturday my baby girl (/me, or better yet, me using the guise of my baby girl!) was absolutely spoiled. I loved it. Every single detail of it. Every bright-colored outfit, with loud prints. The incredible food. The fun people. Spoke right to my heart.  

I came home ready to keep the party going. I was excited to get clothes sorted and hung up, get the crib set up and maybe even start a little bit of decorating. Yosh had already said this was a good afternoon to assemble the crib. So, we walked in the door and with very little procrastination I cautiously asked if he was ready to put the crib together. Granted, he had been alone with the kids alone for a few hours, which isn't his everyday routine and might constitute a little bit of rest and recouping. But I was really hoping to not have to give him that. And we had already talked about doing it, so he had to have been a little prepared. Well he answered in his "I-know-I-already-told-you-I-was-going-to-do-this-but-I'm-blatantly-going-back-on-my-word....AND-I-don't-care" tone of voice. He said, "Nope, I just don't want to do it today." And that was enough to get my blood boiling in 2.2. And he purposefully did it in front of my mom and sisters thinking he might get away with it. Like maybe he'd get some sympathy for baby-sitting his own kids. But I did what any 8-month-pregnant, hormonal girl with a crew on hand would do...I put my hands on my hips, my nose in the air, and said, "Well fine. I'll do it myself." In my most snotty voice possible. I could feel my sisters getting a little nervous telling me to not make a big deal of it. Not today, girls. So I marched my big-body self right up those stairs, hoping I had an entourage in tow- because there was no way in heck that I could really do this by myself- and kept walking right in to the baby's room. To find this.

An assembled cuna! I'll tell you what, the things we do for comedy in this house! Yosh loved having me all fired up, and to think that somehow my sisters already knew it was put together so they were very nervous for poor, abused, over-worked Yosh. Haha!!! Apparently him and the boys put in some good hours getting sweet baby Kaia's crib up and running while we were gone. Yosh said his favorite quote of the weekend came in the very early stages of the crib assembly... "Dad, let's take a break and get something to eat like real workers." That's what I'm talking about Dallin B! 

We're all getting ready for the debut of our little angel. Three weeks left and I think we'll actually survive it. And fyi, I quickly forgave Yosh for being so mean to me. Yes- being mean to me and not vise versa. Do not do that to your wife, for real, unless you want to be cussed out and beat.