Sunday mornings, again, totally rock. They're easily my favorite mornings of the week. Paul and I have such a great time with little Nutmeg. We're definitely the stereotypical new parents...we get a kick out of every funny face, smelly toot and huge grin. Because our little home (I use that word very loosely) doesn't have a sink big enough for her, she showers with either Paul and I. Inevitably, Paul tries to get funny and we'll say, "HI, MOMMY" in a funny voice and I'll look up from brushing my teeth to this picture. No matter how many times he does it, I crack up every time.

It really doesn't get any better than this.

Side note, Paul and I went out with some of my girlfriends and their husbands and we had a great time. Sushi Kee, on Power and Main, is mucho yummy. Our date night was super fun. I certainly appreciate the times that I can be alone with Paul now that we have a cute little ball and chain.

Oh, and just in case you were afraid my life was totally perfect...I cannot seem to stop eating Big Cups (reese's) so my bum is still baby weight. Actually, I guess I can't say it's baby weight. I'll have to say it's Big Cup and salt and vinegar chip weight. That's sick. But true.