I think Harper will make a terrific big sister. She's already practicing. She likes to kiss my belly to say "hi" to her brother, and then she pulls my shirt back down when she is tired of talking to him. Too bad that shirt trick won't work once he exits the womb!
Jeff and I are in the process of finalizing our name selections. If you can recall, Harper was going to be "Campbell" for quite some time until we abruptly switched to HP. It's a good thing, too, because one of Harp's good friends is "Cambell." Since their house is just a stone's throw away, that could have gotten confusing down the road! So, hold on to your monogramming horses, and we'll let you in on the little man's name as soon as we are sure that we've got it right.
On an unrelated note, Harper had her 18-month check-up this morning. She has obviously been eating her Wheaties (or her Fruit Loops, perhaps?), because she is still sprouting. 95% on height, really? She must have her grandparents and great-grandparents to thank, because that certainly doesn't come from her parents. Her doctor joked that Harper could be our star basketball player - the next Brittney Griner, perhaps? (Minus the punching, I would hope!)
That's all for now, folks! I hope to have house news to share this week. There is actually a chance we could be moving next weekend! Just the thought of that makes me feel the need to nap...and so I shall.