There's nothing like rigging your jeans closed with a hair tie in the button hole to really make you feel pregnant. 

*sigh*

That was pretty much my highlight of the day.  Or lowlight, depending on how you see it.  Or maybe it was at the playground with Lauren today when an older grandfatherly fellow decided he was going to pluck Lauren right off the slide for going down head first. Apparently he gets to be playground ranger for the day. I suppose we were a bother to him anyway being that we were all by ourselves on a secluded part of the park in the shade. Me and my tiny toddler who is just now really getting the hang of being a two-legged creature.  You know, all alone so she could be safe on the big girl playground. I guess we were quite a bother to his precious grandchildren too when they came storming up and pushed Lauren out of their way. Really I don't understand how to get along with folks like that so I just left before I had the urge to throw cheez-it crackers in his "general" direction. Original flavor of course.

We did get some pictures at the park before we kindly excused ourselves so the heathens could play in peace.

Stay honest,

Jen

Number 2

Here I go doing this all over again. Pregnancy.  Cue the dun dun dun music.

 I vowed to keep up with the blogging throughout Lauren's first year and with all crap that entails raising a newborn to infant to toddler...well you try it.  So this time we're going to have our hands full... literally full, with children. This will be two babies under the age of 2.  Thats two carseats, two sets of mouths to feed, two strollers, two cribs, two crying, whining, pooping, screaming, demanding little darlings all the live long day. That also means two college funds, and two kids telling me what they want and need and must have right now- right now- right now- to keep up with the Joneses.  Oh those Joneses are going to get an earfull from this mama as soon as i have to play the 2016 version of who can buy the most Big Time Rush memoribilia. If your last name is Jones, steer clear of me till this blows over please. Its for your own saftey.

Raising one kid is hard enough so this is going to be quite a sleepless challenging next 19 years of my life. I love being a mother. It brings me the most joy I could have ever wanted out of life. That little girl smiles and my heart skips a beat. So after I take my heart meds and she goes down for a nap, I have the most wonderful memories being that I can block out all the annoying whining this kid tends to do.  Now she doesnt always whine but it's getting more and more frequent with her stubborn refusal to speak.  She's 13 months and I havent heard one actual meaningful word from this child.  Its all "ahhhhhhhhhhhh's". Although her "ahh's" are endearing and lovely, it's getting a bit old and I am quietly counting down the days, minutes, seconds till this kid can say "snack" and i will breathe a sigh of relief and give her an entire truckload of snacks to show her how pleased I am that she didn't ask for some "ahhhhh" again.  It's very hard to cook a healthy and delicious meal of sauteed "ahhh" with a side of "ahhh" when you are puking all the time from this bundle of fun in your belly. My record number of pukes in one day with Lauren was seven.  This new kiddo has made it to five. I'm sure everyone will tell me this means it will be a boy since I am less sick. But really, I've been taking much more zofran this time because it's very difficult to hold it in while reading Goodnight Moon six times in a row so I am all about the prevention.