When I met James he slept with a football.
No, not a stuffed football.
The real kind!
When we got married the football had to leave the bedroom
but it definitely doesn't go far.
Whether it is watching a TV show, going for a stroll around our neighborhood
or hitting the beach -
Wilson is within reach.
James has been busy with work stuff
but this weekend we had some much needed R&R.
The three of us
(meaning me, James and Wilson himself)
spent the weekend enjoying some 80 degree weather and getting some nesting projects done.
I am afraid Wilson is in for a rude awakening in a few weeks.
James is officially obsessed with the moving ball of joy that currently resides in my belly
and I think our little bundle may officially knock Wilson off his throne.
But until then I am going to let James enjoy his childhood friend.