Well, New Jersey saw it's first snowfall of the year on Saturday. And it was a LOT of snow! We had 2 feet of snow. Hubby vowed to not let me out of the house for fear of falling and hurting Little Bean. So I was content to stay upstairs. And I did...on Saturday. And at that point, we didn't have the 2 feet, we maybe had 16 inches or so by Saturday early evening. Unfortunately, yesterday, I had to bundle up and head outside to play in the snow. Why? Hubby lost his keys in the snow. Yep, the key ring with the apartment key, the car keys, his classroom keys, the mailbox key, his mom's house key, etc...not good to lose in 2 feet of snow! So I got to play with a shovel, but I didn't actually shovel. We did find the keys, but it wasn't without some good laughs and quite the adventure. It was almost as classic as the day I lost my wedding ring in the sand in Wildwood, NJ (it fell off my finger when I went to catch a football and instead it grazed my finger and pulled the ring right off) and my most wonderful friends had to rent a metal detector because they refused to leave the beach until we found it. When Little Bean is born, there certainly will be no shortage of adventures and good laughs, that's for sure.
We went out to dinner last night at Iron Hill Brewery. Two of my friends were like kids in a candy store with all the beer samplers. Me? I had my root beer. Little Bean doesn't want alcohol! It was really funny thinking to myself that I'm pregnant and at a brewery. The irony of it makes me chuckle. But Little Bean is now in charge of my decisions and I have to make sure my Little Bean stays safe in there!
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