Super Husband!

As I sit down to share this big news, I realize it is possible that I've not yet mentioned my biggest craving during the pregnancy. Anyone who has spoken to me live in the last four months would undoubtably be able to tell you in one guess, but somehow I've neglected a blog mention yet.

Peanut Buster Parfait.

Have you had one? It's a dessert from Dairy Queen (you know I work for the King and defer to him on most things but here the Queen has him beat), and I haven't had one in, um, say 15 years. But somehow I got the idea in my head about three months ago that I needed one.

Since then every craving starts with the PBP, but b/c I never actually get one, evolves into something else (cookies, cake, choc pudding, peanut m&ms). I'd guess not a day has gone by that I haven't mentioned it at least once.

So imagine my surprise when hubby came home with not one, but TWO yesterday! (Actually I may have said "don't come home without one" when he left, so it wasn't exactly a huge surprise, but I was still extraordinarily grateful). Obviously I ate one straight away (it was everything I thought it would be) and in his brilliance, I now have one saved in the freezer for a rainy (or snowy as it may be) day.

THANK YOU DEAR!!!

The funny part about this craving? I don't typically do sugar. My sis always makes fun of me b/c my xmas stocking candy is always still in my fridge in June. I'm a salty snack girl, and can always take a pass on dessert. But now, save the soul who gets in the way of my final course. I rarely leave the table without it.

And, in a second heroic feat, hubby also remedied a tense kitchen situation by bringing home xmas cookie cutters, after I unsuccessfully spent the day looking for them in my own house, at Dominicks and with friends in the neighborhood.

I'm SHOCKED, and frankly a little disappointed in myself, that I didn't own them and plan to soon call myself a MOTHER. What the heck?!? Anyway, I have a cookie exchange tomorrow and really wanted to make some festive cookies. It is way too cold to go specifically shopping for them and I was left to ponder hand-cutting or just using a bowl to make circles and decorate my way to reindeers (scary proposition for all involved).

And then, out of nowhere, he comes in from the blustery cold and drops off all different kinds of holiday shapes and sizes.

YIPPEE!!!

Is there anything better than nesting (and my super hero hubby)??

Let the baking begin :)