So, this may be a surprise to some of you (especially those we are closest too). It was a surprise for us too! But we’re SUPER excited to share the news : )

We’re expecting. . . . . . . . .

to have a wonderful April Fools Day!

Yo peeps, check out my fresh kicks!

Translation: Hey everyone, look at my new shoes!

Cool, hip, or fly are a few adjectives I would never use to describe myself.

Let me give you an funny example that proves just how uncool I am. While hanging out with a couple who we thought were pretty “with it,” he made a comment about my new “kicks.” Huh? I just looked at him quizzically. I had no clue what he was talking about. He tipped me off by pointing to my new shoes. Oh I get it!

Later I couldn’t help but laugh to myself when I passed a sign in front Journey’s shoe store that read “Fresh Kicks.”

Why did I buy these new kicks you might ask? Well, it was in anticipation of running a half marathon the end of May on Memorial Day. I, along with a handful of other moms, are starting to train for it. I’m pretty excited about the whole thing. Those of you who know me know I’ve never been the athletic type. You’re right, I’m not. But I’m really feeling up to the challenge. And by golly, if I can make it through labor and give birth, I can do anything!

So, all of you advanced runners, you got any advice for an amateur?

Let the baby proofing begin. Now that Link is somewhat mobile, he’s finding ways to get in trouble. Yesterday I was working on the computer and when I turned around Link had rolled his way over to the window. He’s definitely finding ways to keep himself occupied.

Link’s new favorite toy just so happens to be this squirt gun. I don’t know what it is, but it just seems to be easy for him to hold and manipulate. He loves it. Momma doesn’t like it so much. Seeing him hold it is humorous and unsettling at the same time. I don’t even know where the thing came from. I just pulled it out of the diaper bag with a handful of other toys (we happened to be at church at the time, it was funny and a little embarrassing). Somehow in the myriad of all his other cute and cuddle baby-friendly toys, this toy somehow finds it’s way into his little hands.

It reminds me of a story my boss told me. She had been trying to raise her boys in a “gender neutral environment,” no trucks, cars, trains, GI joes, and no guns. One day her toddler was sitting in his high chair eating an apple when he picked up one slice and, holding like a gun, said “bang, bang!” I guess boys will be boys.