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Sweet Surprise!

My sweet, wonderful husband sent me a text message yesterday afternoon that said:

"I have a surprise for you!!"

Now, this isn't anything to get overly excited about - my husband says this often (he knows I love surprises) and its usually a Big Red or a movie he's rented that I've wanted to see or something of that nature. Not that I don't get excited and extremely appreciate these little things because I absolutely adore them, but I was expecting something along those lines when I asked "What is it??". Normally I get an obvious "I'm not telling - duh" response but he sent me a Hint instead...

It took me a couple glances to make sure it actually read what I thought it read - OMG HE BOUGHT ME THE GLIDER AND OTTOMAN I WANTED FROM BABIES R US!!!!!

When we went to register, I absolutely fell in love with this glider rocker. I sat it in for a looong time and wanted to take a nap. It's so awesome!! We've talked about getting it a couple times but it was just too expensive, so when we discussed it again a couple days ago, I told him that we would just do the one I saw at WalMart that was MUCH, MUCH cheaper and that was all I really needed. But he knew I wanted it so badly, so when he saw a coupon for Babies R Us in the mail, he went and ordered it for me!! Squee - I'm so excited!!!

This will be in the corner of Baby Allen's room in about a week:

AND, AND, AND the ottoman toooo!!!

Its so soft and comfy and Iloveitsomuch! Gah - I'm such a M*O*M for being this excited over a rocker...


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