Daydreaming ...

I find myself doing this a lot lately.  About everything we've got coming up in our future.  About what the nursery will look like, what my showers will be like, how horrific the labor labor will be.  Lots of different things.  But mostly I daydream about what my sweet baby boy will look like.  Will he have my eyes?  Will he have the Mister's eyelashes (please dear LORD let him have his dreamy eyelashes) and full head of hair?  Will he be athletic like his daddy (I hope so, for my son's sake.  Momma's notsomuch coordinated)?  As for me, I hope he looks just. like. this.

{My Mister.  In the dishwasher.  Of course.  Where else would he be?}

{And blankets in the toliet.  Of course.  Where else would they go?}

I am NOT daydreaming, however, about the appliances I'm going to find him disassembling or the items I'm going to find in the toliet.  I have this feeling he'll be his father's son and even though I'll probably end up completely losing my mind, I'm super excited about that.