More pictures of Blurb book

Here are some more pictures of the Blurb book. When I post through Picassa I can only do 4 pictures at a time - I keep forgetting that! The last one is the back cover - I could do without the barcode but that's one of the only things I don't like about it. This one was kind of an experiment so I'll have a better idea of how to do the next one!

This post means I'm one closer to my 100th blog post (I think this is 96)! I'm getting kind of excited about doing the traditional "100 things about me" post for my 100th post! I've seen several and they seem like a lot of work but very cool! So get excited because it will be here soon!

For now I'm just going to enjoy this amazing spring weather and the quiet stillness that emcompasses our house between 12:30 and 3:30 everyday (also known as naptime!). Rhett's parents are coming tomorrow to visit overnight. Rhett is moonlighting all weekend so we won't see him until Sunday (thanks honey, I appreciate how hard you work for our family). We are planning on going on a picnic at the park with the Grands tomorrow. Claire is pretty excited about that. She cracked me up today with how much she remembers! A while ago I was going through the drive thru at Chickfila and the person taking my order got the juice box somehow confused with a fruit cup. When she gave me the summary of our order she mentioned the fruit cup. I said "No, I don't want fruit" and she said "you don't want the juice?" and I said loudly "no, I want the juice but I DO NOT want the fruit - I want FRENCH FRIES!". I realized at the time that I probably should have accepted the mistake and the fruit instead of shouting into the little ordering box "I DO NOT want fruit!" but, well, I wanted french fries. I also realized this wasn't a good thing for my impressionable two year old to hear her Mommy say and there could be ramifications down the road. Today I felt those ramifications as I was once again in the drive thu (this time just for a sweet tea - my special-mommy-treat that I get several times a week) when Claire yells from the back seat as I am ordering"NO FRUIT! We want FRENCH FRIES!". Oh my. First of all it was at least 6 weeks ago that the fruit incident occured and she remembered it and secondly she now thinks (or realizes I guess) that french fries are preferable to fruit. Oh well. She was bound to figure it out eventually.