Friday, March 30


Meet our sweet Grace

Born March 28, 2012 at 11:05 am
8 pounds, 8 ounces, 20 inches long

We're in love. Can you blame us?

Sunday, March 25

our addy girl

I wanted a few pictures to remember Addy at this age, and dearest Emily was just the lady for the job.

Friday, March 23

when smoothies attack

It's possible to try and drink a smoothie (or "smoonie" as Addy says) too fast.

Monday, March 19

39 weeks down

The party rocks on.
34 weeks

 37 weeks

39 weeks

I'm beyond ready to meet her. Let's do this thing!

Sunday, March 18

sometimes you're a grown up and you still get spring break

Question: What do you do when your husband is almost 30 and still gets spring break?

Answer: Whatever the heck you want.

My "condition" complicated things a bit since I'm due any day now, but we still had a great time chilaxing this past week on our home turf. We even slept in most days thanks to Daylight Savings messing with Addy's internal clock. BLISS.

Doug's brother and his wife stayed with us a few days before they joined up with her family for a reunion. We played outside, showed our nephews the snakes at 3 Lakes Park, and played Super Mario (duh). We had a blast, yet somehow I took zero pictures to prove it (how?).

On Friday we woke up to more ridiculously warm weather, so we decided last minute to head to the beach at Yorktown. Addy was 100% in her element.

I can't tell you how many times we had to stop her from diving into the freezing cold water. I'm pretty sure the beach is her heaven.
We scored and got to watch a submarine come past us on it's way to the naval station. It was only a couple hundred yards away. Seriously so cool.

Hey! A beached whale! Oh wait... no, that's just me 9 months pregnant. Zing!

So here's to spring breaks, husbands still in school, and cool places so close to home.

PS- Wouldn't it have been awesome if the baby had come while Doug had an entire week off? Apparently Baby Perry didn't get the memo... or maybe she just really wanted us to go to the beach?

Monday, March 12

what winter?

Spring is here, baby.

Thursday, March 8


Some friends offered to take me out to celebrate Baby Perry. We met at one of my favorite places in town... Gelati Celesti. Mmm boy.

Fortunately there weren't many customers that night, because we made quite the scene doing what we do best... laughing our faces off.

I thoroughly enjoyed the cake Brit made. She borrowed that Barbie from a friend, and it's actually pregnant--you can take off the stomach and see a baby inside. So. Weird.

I sure do love and appreciate these peeps. Thanks for such a fun night, ladies!

Tuesday, March 6

addy's prayer

Given at breakfast this morning, totally uncoached:


Thank day.
Bess Daddy.
Bess Addy (points at herself).
Bess Baby Perry.
Bess Mommy feel better.
Bess Jesus feel better.
Bess bananas (points at them on the counter).

Name Jesus,

this guy

- Is addicted to baseball cards
- Is an ebay wiz
- Is fighting a wicked cough right now (he and I are quite the pair)
- Is SO glad he passed Part 1 of his board exams this weekend

- Is less than 3 months away from being a real dentist

Monday, March 5


She loves him, so she wears him like a hunter wears a bear skin.

"No biggie." 

Thursday, March 1


Our time on the east coast is rapidly coming to an end. Which kills me. But it's motivated us to get together with my NJ sisters as much as possible before we move. It's tough that this is a busy time for us (kids in school, people working, people taking board exams, babies birthing, etc.), so last weekend we opted to meet half-way... in beautiful Baltimore.

It was awesome. Cue the photos:

National Aquarium


The dolphin show... it was no Sea World, but we'll take it

Addy, Chasey & the Inner Harbor

Synchronized swimming

Grandma Joyce Jammies

Dunlop kids love shows. So sue us.
Addy & Lucy entertaining themselves at lunch

Mo's Crabs & Pasta... it was delish

We stayed right across the street from Camden Yards... here's an artsy shot in front of our hotel

Matchy match with Cousin Eliza

At the Babe Ruth Birthplace museum

Doug drooled over these ancient baseball cards