Three things I am wishing for:
1. It would start to finally warm up. Being in the low 40s is not considered warming up.
2. That the lady at the doctor's office wouldn't refer to me as "kiddo," especially when she is only about 15 seconds older than me.
3. That Blake would start talking instead of screaming. Bless his heart and my ears.
Here are a few pictures of our Easter weekend.