lying in bed, listening to the rain outside (meaning it’s officially springtime!)… robb’s big furry head down on my belly telling the baby all the things we’re going to do for fun when it comes out…
“and then we’ll go to the DIA a lot and the circus and a lot of tiger games and michigan state games and the zoo, like ALL the time, and we’ll probably see the globetrotters at some point…”
i’m giggling helplessly and the baby, though unable to respond verbally, is using fists of fury to express itself. it does seem to go into turbo mode when robb’s voice is around.
and that’s pretty cool.