Prissy, Prissy, Prissy

"Prissy, Prissy, Prissy" that is what Mike called Frankie the other day and it is so true. One of my New Year's resolutions was to break Frankie of being so spoiled, while that really isn't working out the best. This picture below just shows how spoiled this dog is. Look at him lick his lips after he got done working on this gigantic bone Mike gave him. Lord help us, I don't know if we will ever reverse the damage that we have done! The scarf by the way is not us but his groomer. He is not quite that prissy.



Here is one of the pictures of me I said I would post. I believe this is right at 30 weeks. We still don't have the nursery done. We are waiting on a dresser to be delivered, which should be here soon. I ordered two dressers and a crib over the Internet and the poor fed ex man probably curses to himself every time he sees our address.