Baby = 31 Weeks, Dad = 31 Years


We celebrated Rob's 31st birthday on San Juan Island this weekend with my sister and her family. It was great to get away and really fun to spend so much time with our 1 year old niece Kayla. I think it made us both that much more excited to have a daughter of our own. Other developments this week: We started our birth class through the hospital where we will be delivering and we started our preparation for parenting class that our church offers. We are so thankful to have so many resources to help prepare us for this new time in our lives.

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Anonymous said…
Good, you're still looking happy and glowy! I love the shirt Rob is wearing. Glad you got to have fun with your niece; Penelope will be 1 yr in a month and she is so much fun! Take care. :)
July 8, 2008 at 11:05 PM
Joi said…
Glad you guys had such a fun time. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROB!!
July 9, 2008 at 9:32 AM
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