I stole this photo of Courtney from my sister Lori’s facebook page.
Cool shirt, huh?
Courtney’s going to pop any minute now. Her due date is Saturday. I can’t wait to see what it is (no one except the doctor knows the baby’s sex) and what it will be named. As I mentioned before, John and Courtney haven’t shared the names they picked out; Connor is the only one who’s hip to that info and he’s been great at keeping the secret. The only hint Courtney gave me is it definitely won’t be named Minute.
I’m crazy with excitement! I can’t wait to get my hands on this kid.
As some of you have figured out, I’m planning on heading back east soon. Between the new baby and the fact that Connor’s 11 and probably won’t want to hang out with Granny much longer, this seems to be the perfect time to go back and reconnect. I’ve been away for nine years—one in Wyoming, one in Utah, and seven in Las Vegas. I’ll give you the details of my master plan in Saturday’s post, but I can tell you right now I’m NOT moving back for good! Hell, no. Cold weather is not my scene.
I’ll keep you posted on the arrival of Baby Rice. Hopefully there will be a breaking newsflash soon!