while you were out

I am speechless.
While I was at work today, the talented Alice Curtin transformed my baby room from this:




to this:













Who else is as wowed by this as me? Noel and I spent the majority of the night convincing Alice that she belongs on a television show. Noel and I keep going into the room, staring at it, and lying down on the floor. We are thinking about sleeping in it tonight. I am so grateful, my eyeballs hurt.

For those who are curious...

Pregnant Noof, 30 weeks 1 day.

Yes, there is a fan blowing in my face.

The Blue Ridge is soooooooo hooottttt

Welcome, Ann, to the blue ridge!

I love having you at reasonable dinner range, and I like almost as much your boyfriend's ridiculous expression in this picture.




Driving over the mountain has never had me so pleased.

an awful lot of falafel.

A couple months ago, Noel and I had this genius idea that I was going to quit my job and run a falafel stand with the baby downtown. According to my brief math, we were going to be millionaires in a matter of weeks.

Though our conversation has slowly evolved away from money making genius ideas to who is going to water the plants and what happens if my water breaks at a client's house, I decided to try a falafel recipe. I think I was hoping it was going to be so amazing that Noel would immediately go and buy me a flashy red stand to make my falafels in.

This is what happened.



I hope my mother isn't reading this, because I am ashamed of myself and my Egyptian heritage. My ancestors would be horrified. Noel, who pretty much will eat anything (yes, I have caught him eating food from the kitchen sink) couldn't finish it. He said I should have put 80% less salt than I did. Oops.

We ate chic-fil-a instead.

whaaaa

This is a birthing ball.



With my head all in a pregnant tizzy, I decided to buy one yesterday.
Game time is fast approaching.