June Bug. Of course. How can you not be happy watching a baby girl take her first steps and pausing to give herself an ovation, thus throwing her off balance and tumbling back down to the floor? This is what we do most of the day here lately. She has the cheesiest grin in the world, and every time I pick her up out of her crib, she lays her head down on my shoulder and sighs. It just might be the sweetest thing ever. She is easy-going, and happy, and by far the chillest baby I have ever been around. We stand by our declaration that June is God’s way of saying, “Thank you for taking those boys… here you go.” Ask me again in 11 years.

Jimmy Dean Turkey Sausage. Don’t laugh. I love sausage. But it’s not so compatible with the whole losing weight idea. Then I discovered this stuff at Costco, and if someone were to put it down in front of me, I’d never know it wasn’t full-fledged regular old sausage.

Jeopardy. I will watch this ANYTIME it is on. The high school tournament alway makes me feel smart.

Jammies. It’s getting to be that time this evening. The time when everything winds down and we all put on our most comfortable clothes. We sing and dance. We say prayers. We brush our teeth. And we sleep. Sometimes, on really stellar days, we don’t even have to change clothes because we haven’t managed to get OUT of pajamas. I rock.

Jelly-Bellies. Specifically, but in no particular order, Juicy Pear, Strawberry Daiquiri, Buttered Popcorn, Toasted Coconut, and  Strawberry Cheesecake.

Jobs. I am without words to express how grateful I am for Aaron’s. And for his willingness and aptitude that allows me to stay at home to do mine… which, while noble and rewarding (and messy and frustrating), doesn’t so much bring in a whole lot of (monetary) compensation.

Kisses to everyone. Keep a light on for me — I’ll return soon with a list so keen, it’ll kill ya! Hoopah!