(1) WHAT THE HECK??? My stomach AND my butt both curve out exactly the same. I look like a walking joke . . . from Saturday Night Live. Sigh.
(realized while walking past the ugly mirrored wall in our dining room)
(2) Well, CRAP . . . my two year old has learned to be a potty mouth because her hormonal, sleep-deprived mama can’t control her own mouth. Hubby is going to LOVE this new development.
(and, for the record, her new phrase is “Dang’ed it” . . . correctly used with perfect tone, pitch, and facial expressions.)
(3) I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!
(4) Shut up — No! No! No! No! That is all the more reason why I need c-section. That’s the only plan.
(after Hubby decided to share all the info he’s been learning about “natural” births: “tearing”, episiotomy, prolapsed uterus, incontinence, hemorrhoids, bowel movements . . .”)
(5) Little Lady!!!!!! Licking your finger and then wiping it on the windows does NOT equal “washin’ da winows.” When have you EVER seen me do that?
(yeah — every day . . . this is how she helps Mommy clean.)
(6) YES! I can plant pumpkins!!!!
(if you play “Farm Town” on Facebook, you understand the significance of this!)
(7) This is what you consider to be THE development of all developments?
(Hubby, after he read his daily “what’s happening with your baby” email, sent me a message that proudly proclaimed his son’s testicles were descending this week. Well, woo hoo, Hubby.)
