come again?

Let me start with an admission. I have a tendency to speak before I think more often than not.

Es no bueno.

Thankfully this little disorder seems to be getting better with age. Thank you sweet heavens. It doesn't happen with everybody.

I have had some of the oddest things said to me since having BG. It's something about carting a child around that makes people just flap their jaws in your directon.

I've had more people ask me "when are y'all going to have another one?" or tell me "you need a boy" (I actually only NEED food and water thanks) or pass along "you don't want them to be too spaced out" as another adage of wisdom from so many fine folks.

One lady told me once that it's a shame my child looked nothing like me but I could always hope the next one might. One lady told me I would never look good again because my baby stole all my good looks.

People are peachy aren't they?

Seriously, they will say anything.

But the best one ever...

So BG and I are perusing the purse section of TJ Maxx one day. This was probably February and I still hadn't gotten around to joining WW and was still packing a few extra poundage in the mid section area. Fun.

So we're shopping when I see this cute old lady smiling and making eyes at BG in the cart. I smile back and she comes over to us.

"How old is she?" she asks nodding at BG.

"Ten and a half months" I said with a big 'ol smile.

Then the lady furrows her brow and looks at BG and then looks back at me like she's figuring something out.

"Ten months? Well she's such a pretty girl isn't she?" she's practically cooing at BG by this point.

Then she turns to me and puts. her. hand. on. my. poochage. and says "and another one on the way so soon?".

I was floored. But thankfully my mouth can always be counted on so I spit out "oh no. That's just the bits and pieces this one left behind".

And with that, I had to move on because I was mortified.

I also came home and signed up for WW. The truth comes out.

ice-cream Sunday

You like what I did there?

I'm so funny. Har de har har.

Last week, Mr. P and I introduced BG to her very first Dirt Sundae. Somehow Mr. P had zero clue what that was (hello? did you have a childhood?!), but I remember loving them so I couldn't wait to let BG try one.


It was a raging mess success.




So today after church, I made a little stop for another sundae since I BG had a big 'ol hankering for some ice cream. I just stripped her down and let her eat it on the porch to avoid the clean up. Then I let the dogs lick her clean to avoid the bath.


Kidding... maybe.





Looks like someone got Mama's sweet tooth.

sleeping beauty.

So we still swaddle Baby Girl because if we don't, she'll wake herself up multiple times a night.

However, most mornings we wake up to find Baby Girl unwrapped or completely on the other end of the crib. Apparently she's quite the gymnast while she sleeps.

How she starts out...


And what we see the next morning..


Getting the one eye stare down..


I think it's about time to move on to the Sleep Sack..

oh monday, you are a devilish thing...

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I want to climb back into my bed and pull the covers over my head.

Instead I'm off to work. I'm so over having to work for a living.

Clearly I'm bright and cheery this morning.

I so need coffee.

rain makes me lazy.

I have not ran since Saturday. I am so lazy.

In my defense, it's raining cats and dogs outside and I spent a good portion of my day at the doctor's office. After not eating all morning. Have you seen me when I've skipped a meal?! Think snakes.. coming out of my head.

I'm Southern. I like my food.

My glucose experience was not as bad as it could be. I got there pretty early, just about 4 or 5 people ahead of me. They all got in and out pretty quickly. Except for these 2 young women and a little boy. Who almost didn't live to see another day.

You know the kid. The one screaming and running around Will Ferrell style.


*I think I just wanted a reason to watch that clip*

Seriously though, this kid was throwing himself over chairs, climbing in peoples faces, and the women just watched.

He approached me once. Remember, snakes.....

I did almost lose it after drinking that orange crap (you can't even call it juice, because that's not fair to all the juices out there). But the lady told me if I did *ahem puke, that I'd have to start all over.

Give me that junk lady. I was not staying a second longer with Will.

I managed to "work" the rest of the day. Well really I watched the MJ memorial all day. Not even touching that subject, except that his daughter about made me break down. It really comes down to the fact that those kids lost their father.. A complete heart break.

Even though I'm not convinced those are her kids. Have you seen them?!?

This is all over the place because I'm tired. Heading to a funeral tomorrow for D's grandmother. Then hitting the road running. Literally. I've got to stop being so lazy.