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Say hello to the new three year old class teacher... yep, that's me!

My first official day is Monday... woo weee!

Oh Baby!

So... recently Dusty and I found out that we... are... going... to... have... a... niece/nephew! Yaay!

Pictured below is Dusty's lil sis Aubrianna (Aubri for short). Due date: October 27th. Pictures and updates to come so stay tuned!!!

Sudden Urges

How many of you all ever get sudden urges? For instance, I happen to know that Dusty has sudden urges to destroy things (such a boy-ish urge I've decided and he's usually satiated by setting off fireworks at the lake late at night with a couple of friends.)

Today I had this really random urge to move to Vermont. Dunno why... so weird. I mean really, so weird. I think of Vermont and I think of beautiful fall days and milk and quaint towns and me living in a big old house surrounded by trees.

Old School

It seems hard to remember a time in life that Dusty was not around. Silly, I know. However it seems like we've been together so much longer than we have. That's why I find it amusing that I have pictures of us together from almost exactly a year ago and what were we doing? Scoping out wedding venues! We didn't even get engaged until 5 months and an overseas trip later!

But what's really funny about this picture is how Dusty looked a year ago! Feast your eyes on this:

There are two things that I love about this shot (besides the fact that we were being uber cheesy at that moment.) One is he's still rockin' the eyebrown stud. Two is his hair! It just got progressively longer through the summer, but I guarantee he'd never go back to it now.

What about ya'll? Has your style/look changed much in the past year? For me, my one big thing is that my nose stud is gone, gone, gone. And I miss it terribly. (Andrea, I'll repierce if you will!)

Funny Kid Story

Yes, I post things all in a row because I am at my fiancee's parent's house and they actually have internet. Here is a daycare story for the hall of fame; it's a one-liner but it's classic. We'll call this child John, though the name is changed for his protection. He's two, soon to be three, and a bit of a hypochondriac.

As he's showing me his latest scratch (note, there was nothing there... no scratch to speak of) he exclaims, "Miss Emily, look at my new booby!"

Boo boo? Perhaps I'll teach my children the proper names for things, just in case they get their anatomy confused some day. :)