Sneak peek

On Sunday, we took Bean to the same photographer who did his six-month pictures for his one-year shots. He did very well, even after missing his morning nap and teething that front tooth (STILL!). I really like the photographer, she's very friendly and artistic with her photos. She put up a "sneak peek" on her blog, click here to check Bean out. My favorite is the one where it looks like he's strangling the baby chick.

In other news (drumroll please)... my call with Suze Orman should finally be airing this weekend! For a refresher, here is how the call went down and here is my subsequent discovery about my credit score. The producer told me it would air the first week of March, so that would be this Saturday. It's on CNBC at 6 pm Pacific, 7 pm Mountain, 8 pm Central, and 9 pm Eastern. If it's not on this week or next -- well, then I give up.

Tomorrow is Bean's first birthday. Our preschool teacher asked me this morning how I was feeling about it. Honestly, pretty good, pretty excited. Not only has he changed so much in 12 months, but DH and I have as well, and it's fun to celebrate the day our family grew. Bean is my little buddy, and I think the milestone is much less traumatic for me because he still loves to snuggle with his mommy so much. (He slept in my arms for more than half of the entire two-hour preschool class today. I totally had to pee the whole time, but I was in Heaven kissing his sweet hair.)

This week is keeping me busy with party preparations. I got the final RSVP today. Including the three of us, we are expecting up to 24 adults, a five year old, a four year old, and 12 kids under the age of two. A couple of those are "maybe" responses, but it promises to be a sizable gathering. It really warms my heart that so many people are willing to spend their Saturday with us celebrating Bean's birthday. (Even if I am bribing them with rolled sandwiches and giant cupcake cakes.) This is probably the most difficult occasion so far to be away from our families, I don't want Bean to suffer for decisions that his Dad and I have made. Oh, and please pray for nice weather so the crowd can spill out into the yard. Unless all the crap in our loft spontaneously combusts in the next two days, we are limited to the main floor for entertaining.