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Spring has sprung....sort of.

Spring seriously needs to hurry up. I'm out of pants.

For the past two weeks, Canada has been a big tease. It's been in the 60's!! The snow has melted, the skies were clear and I even ventured out in sandals one day. (A bit premature maybe - What can I say? I got excited.) But then, just when you thought it was safe to venture out without layers -- it's overcast and chilly again. Lame.

You'd think we'd be used to this unpredictability having lived in Texas. However, after the winter we've just been through I feel like I've earned Springtime!! I want to wear flip-flops and sundresses. I'm absolutely dying for the trees to bloom.

My in-between phase (21 weeks) is also making the 20 degree temperature shift a bit more challenging. All my pre-baby pants are too tight and the few maternity pants I have are too big. That leaves my trusty yoga pants. (aka Goldilocks) Matthew is so tired of looking at these. Fortunately, comfort trumps my desire to look sexy right now. :)

In the next couple of months, we are going to have a slew of visitors. Let's pray it warms up again for them and Ottawa presents itself in the best light. Otherwise, I fear they will leave thinking the same thing about their visit that we were about our move in Mid-January - "What the hell was I thinking?!"



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  1. Anonymous3/22/2010

    that is to funny bc back here in Texas we just experienced all four seasons in one WEEK!! so i cannot really feel too bad for you yet :> i am dieing to get those flip flops out and start flippin' & floppin' (hahahaha). hope you get to feeling better about the weather and the damn clothes you are dealing with now :> hope to see ya in Nov since i will be missing the April trip.
    Aunt MEL

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  2. I agree with you she has our nose! We have cute noses

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