Baby Bo-Dot has been moving like crazy and lets us feel its head and feet. This is getting real folks. While Scott was still in bed I made breakfast for myself. Since I assumed he wouldn't have time to eat and he doesn't like oatmeal, I didn't share. Thanks honey. You're so considerate. I starting prepping the bread before we headed to church. Scott almost didn't go because he was "too tired" to make it to the 11am service. I didn't sleep well, lady. As soon as we got back I shaped the bread. We were having fried chicken sandwiches in a few days, so half of the dough was made into rolls. Then Scott got to look for his Easter basket. This year is his last one since from now on it will just be for the kid(s). I'll miss being a kid. In the process of looking he takes down our Christmas wreath. I was making sure the Easter basket wasn't hidden in the fake foliage. He looked everywhere. I guess the ...