Fat and Happy

So, you may be wondering why this blog is entitled "Fat and Happy." Well, I took Will to Wal-mart today to get a few things for a cake I have to make this week, and a lady in one of those motorized wheelchairs went flying past us and said, "well aren't you just a fat and happy little baby?" Will was sitting in his stroller when she said that...he just stared at her. Then she rode off laughing. Well, I guess this picture is fitting for what a fat and happy baby might look like...not too fat though...but majorly happy!!

So, I think I might know how I broke my foot. When I was younger, I had a bad habit of sleepwalking...and major talking in my sleep. When I was pregnant, I think it came back out in me...and I snored then, too...luckily that has gone away. Well, my mom mentioned that maybe I was sleepwalking and broke my foot. I didn't think much of it until I woke up last night...IN THE HALLWAY!!! Not to mention I was walking on my broken foot since I don't have to sleep in my boot. Now there's a story of how I broke my foot...sleepwalking!! :)