Peeps of the world join hands! Start a love train!

Yeah!! It's that time again for the Peep Off. Easter has kind of snuck up on me this year. Guess I'm not doing enough shopping because I'm sure the stores are full of Easter accouterments. Baskets galore!

So hopefully at this point ya'll know the drill. Make a diorama or art project featuring Peeps and take a sweet picture! (get it? sweet.... yuck yuck) Email me the picture at peepsshow@gmail.com.

Cut off for entries: March 28th
Voting: Begins on the 29th.
Winner announced: April 3rd.

Winner gets glory and goodies. Let the games begin.

Unfortunate nickname

Last night Josh and I are settling into bed and I remarked about how I can feel the baby when I poke my stomach. Josh goes on this rant about how if our son comes out bruised or misshaped that it is my fault for always trying to touch him. We laugh and I start to fall asleep and the next thing I know Josh is poking my guts trying to feel. So jokingly I smacked his hand and said, "Don't poke the baby!" To which, without a moments hesitation I might add, Josh says, "It won't hurt him. He has on a meat helmet." Yes, my husband referred to me as a meat helmet. That folks is true romance.