So, I had no idea what to title this. I'm completely exhausted. Like I said I really want my house to be completely spotless so I've been working on that. Last night I decided that I needed to get some stuff done so that it was less for me to have to do today. At 1:30 in the morning Tyler came into the bathroom as though he were my father and said, "It's 1:30 in the morning what are you doing?!?" Me: "I'm cleaning the bathroom floor." Him: "Why?" Me: "Because I want too?!??" He closed the door and went right back to bed. I've been regretting the motivation I had last night because I've had no energy or motivation to work today. Tired much? I have gotten a lot done, but I don't have the energy of the pink bunny with a drum. You know, to keep going and going. Anyways, maybe now that I've talked about it I'll get up and get back to work.
What I really wanted to post is my favorite story about Zach that occurred most recently. He noticed some moles on my bottom (okay so as I viewed the blog and was re-reading what I wrote I cracked up at my mistake. That was supposed to read body, but it was so hilarious that I knew for the benefit of the audience I had to leave it. Could you imagine my son examining my bottom?!? I'm still laughing! But the statement wouldn't have been false since I have moles EVERYWHERE!!) So, he noticed some moles on my BODY and was questioning me as to what they were. (Sadly it's not very hard to find one or one hundred on me.) But I told him they were just moles and it was no big deal. We've talked about them once before and I had told him that as he gets older that he'll probably have moles as well because his mommy has a lot of them and his daddy has them too. After checking a few of mine out he began to examine his body. He found quite a few freckle sized moles. More than I was even expecting him to find! After finding all that he could he proclaims proudly, "I have moles! That means I'm growin' up!!!" I wish I could be as proud about my moles, but no such luck here. As a young child I knew there was no point in having aspirations of being a stripper or a nude model because my skin is far from anything the general public would want to view. Luckily my husband loves me, he thinks I'm beautiful and that's all that matters. Being knocked up for a second time's gotta say something right?!?
p.s. as soon as the nursery is finished tonight I will post pictures...I hope :)
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that was a funny blog for so many reason, obvisouly the "bottom." But also the hopes of someday become a stripper!!! I'm sorry, I feel your pain!! I as little girl had my stripper hopes dashed and torn away from me realized that I didn't tan oh and tht I have no boobs, sometimes I still cry about it! Sorry if that was a little detailed for anyone reafing Julies comments but I know Julie will know what I am talking about!
you are just too hilarious. I love your unfiltered humor, about the stripper and such! Julie, I feel your pain. I can't be a stripper either: I couldn't make any tips due to my stretch marks. At least my husband loves me and thinks I'm beautiful! :) Definitely put up pictures of the beebee as soon as you can. I am thinking of you right now and wondering if you are in labor.
Cleaning has always been a PMS thing for me. Luckily we moved into this house right on schedule for me to attck with a vengence. Howveer, the hang-over is always killer and there are no pink bunnies with drums at my house, so the recovery usually consists of Sonic and movies with,of course, the deep satisfaction that my OCD tendancies mixed with a dash of PMS left me a super clean house. Love your guts! Good luck with the kidlet on the way!
Well,
God was just protecting you providing you with excess moles, but He did give you a great set of knockers to get knocked up with.
Zach is correct about growing up. I can just see his curiosity examining his cute little bod and finding freckled moles.
Love,
Grandma junie
J, no pressure, but I am seriously anticipating updates with your baby! I check your blog at least 10 times a day. Ha ha! Hope you're recovering well.
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