Dear Manufacturers of Children's Clothing,

Please stop making button down shirts for little boys. If you insist on selling these shirts, please include one of the following with each purchase:

a.) A time-stopping device, so that the child who is inisisting on doing every button himself can take 1 million hours to do this task and not have outgrown the shirt by the end of the process.

b.) Ear plugs for the parent sitting next to the child who must listen to "I want to do it by MYSELF!" "How do I do this?" "NO! Don't help me!" over and over again at a louder and louder volume each time.

c.) A prepackaged supply of Unlimited Amount of Patience for all parties involved.

Sincerely,
Never again buying any 3T button down shirts

Pregnancy Brain

According to google:

"Pregnancy brain is a condition that affects expectant mothers, usually during the first and third trimesters. Sometimes known as placenta brain or baby brain drain, the condition is usually characterized by short-term memory loss or forgetfulness. Some medical experts say that pregnancy brain is a myth, but evidence shows that many women have experienced this condition."

Here are some of the ways I am doing my part in proving that pregnancy brain is real:

1. After running the tub the other night for about 5 minutes, I realized the water hadn't gotten very full. Then I noticed that I never put the drain stopper in.

2. After writing a check, I noticed I was on the last check in that book. I ordered brand new checks without remembering that I had an entire box of checks at home. So now I am the proud owner of 2 sets of checks with the same exact #s on them.

3. One day at 5:00 pm I noticed that I had been wearing my shirt backwards for the entire day.

Here are a couple of pictures of me and my pregnant brain and belly at 21 and 22 weeks:

I feel like I am much bigger much sooner this time around, but I have been told that's common. I can feel the baby move quite a bit now, which is neat. I go tomorrow for a checkup at the doctor's. I can't remember when they start measuring you with the tape measure. Maybe that will happen this time. If it does, I will post an update.

Our Funny Boy

Samuel and I are driving to school the other morning and the song on the CD (Curious George soundtrack) is not quite done. He asks if we can wait in the parking lot until it is over. When I say yes, he says "and can you unbuckle me from my carseat so I can dance?"

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One Monday morning he asks me and Ernie "Is it still the weekend?" When we tell him that it isn't, he throws himself on the floor crying saying "I want it to still be the weekend." (Don't we all?)

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When getting dressed one morning, I ask if he wants to wear the blue shorts or the orange shorts. He picks orange because "I don't think my friends at school would like to see those blue ones."

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At dinnertime one night, Samuel is complaining about eating the strawberry on his plate. He goes from "I don't want to eat this. It's yucky!" to "Yum! strawberries are good" in one bite.

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After the lack of a nap one day, he tells me he has enough energy to play the rest of the afternoon without sleeping. I ask him if he's sure, and he says "Yes, feel my back. It is full to the top of energy."

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Driving past an apartment complex, he sees balloons on the welcome signs outside. "Hey, look! Someone is having a birthday" he says.

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One night he is having a hard time falling asleep so I tell him to imagine something in his head. He says "I am going to imagine Miss Sara (his teacher) pooping in her pants." (apologies to Miss Sara if you ever read this blog. I'm sure you do not poop in your pants.)
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Last weekend we had Ernie's Uncle Irv in town. When I was putting Samuel to bed that night, he heard Ernie and Uncle Irv laughing downstairs. He asked me why they were laughing and I said "they probably are talking about something funny." He responded quite seriously with "probably poop."
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It seems 3-year old humor is all about poop. Hopefully we will have some non-poop related updates to post soon. Pregnancy pictures coming soon, I promise!