Life lately.

Only one and a half more weeks of this semester.
& honestly, all I wanna do is stay in bed 24/7, snuggled up next to the hubs drinkin' our DP's and eating candy bars. (Even if that does mean I have to nag him a teensy bit to keep his chocolate crumblies off the sheets.)
Netflix? Totally worth the $8 a month. Our latest watched movie? Superstar. Hello, 1999.
Textbooks? Totally not even close to worth the $600 I spent on them this semester.

In other news...

I got the full-time job working with school-age kids this summer at the daycare... We're doing an Around the World theme. Provided the children cooperate, it should be a pretty dang good time for all.

We move out on May 1st.  I know that everyone is supposed to have a crap-tastic home, when they're newlyweds.  Otherwise, someday when I have kids I can't tell them about the poophole I lived in.  But, with that being said, I can't WAIT to be the freak out of this apartment.  I can't fit in the bathroom at the same time as Skyler. Also, he insists on pooping whenever I need to straighten my hair. If we're going to stay married, two bathrooms (or at least one bigger one with good ventilation) are necessary.
Our new house is fracking sweet: 3 bedrooms (master, office, and nursery guest), 2 bathrooms, all new carpet and paint, washer-dryer hookups (no more sketch laundry rooms!!!), an attached garage, etc. etc.

We have approximately 80 jillion weddings this summer (AKA--3): My sister-in-law is marrying the perfect guy for her, then my best friend is marrying her best friend (not me, her other best friend), then one of my favorite people is marrying his other half. It's practically a summer of love.

Also, we got the most precious little boy.
His name is Brewster Wayne (AKA--Brews Wayne. Get it?).  He is 7 months old, he howls like nobody's business, and he believes strongly in open mouth kissing me whenever he has the opportunity.  He enjoys long walks runs in the park, and pooping on cement.  He's pretty much stolen my heart, but don't tell Skyler or he'll know he has competition, and that'd just be awkward now wouldn't it?  He's totally Papa's boy, and honestly only wants to be on my lap when I'm driving, but who picks up his poo? (Me.)
He's not officially ours until we move, but we take him to the park whenever we have time so he'll get used to us.  He has already come so far in loving us, and we're hoping the transition will be as smooth as can be expected and we'll get at least an hour or two of sleep each night, that first week or two.  ;)