So you know how you teach your child to speak, and then you
regret it, like daily? Well, I regret
teaching my child to speak. Like at all.
This past weekend we were camping with Cory’s family and
Chase was playing outside with some of Cory’s aunts. Mid-play, Chase walked up to one of Cory’s
aunts and nonchalantly says, “You have nice boobs” and then struts away as if
he throws out this compliment all of the time. Everyone looked around semi-horrified and
burst out laughing. Chase looked at me, shrugged his little four-year-old shoulders and asked, “What?” As if this is something he thinks about all of the time.
When Cory returned from 4-wheeling, I told him about the
compliment Chase hurled at his aunt.
Without any hesitation Chase pipes in and adds, “What? I’m a boob
explorer.”
So Cory is quite proud that our son is a hunter; a cougar
hunter that is.
(Insert the look of desperation and shame on my face right
about now.)
On a completely unrelated note:
So I am 20 weeks into my second pregnancy and boy do first
and second pregnancies differ, for a number of reasons. Let me share with you,
my top 4 reasons why these pregnancies are different. (Because 5 would
be too predictable and conformist.)
#1. Peeing. The
thought of peeing yourself during a sneeze, a laugh or jumping, sounds
horrendous during your first pregnancy.
You wouldn’t be caught dead telling anyone you accidentally urinated on
yourself and now, with a second pregnancy, you just learn to wear two pairs of
underwear at once, because a little urine is unavoidable and frankly, saves you
a restroom trip. Anyone on my speed dial gets daily texts that read: "Yup, peed myself 3 minutes ago." Count yourself lucky if you don't have my digits.
#2. Your growing
belly. During your first pregnancy, you wear maternity clothes way before you
start showing, in the hopes that you may look pregnant and cute. This time around, I had to start wearing
maternity clothes by week 6. Not so cute
when you have gained 30 pounds in four months.
#3. The delivery.
During my first pregnancy, I was scared for myself during delivery. The thought of an 8 ½ pound baby emerging
itself from your lady parts seemed terrifying (and a little disturbing when
it’s put like that). This pregnancy, I am scared for my sleepy self after
delivery. Heck, being in a hospital
hooked up to pain medication sounds like a treat and the perfect napping
scenario. Why didn’t I take advantage of
that the first time around? Silly, Jayme. I’ll know better this time.
#4. Age. My goodness,
when did I get so old? During my first
pregnancy I felt like I could run marathons. Okay, well maybe not marathons but I could at least stay awake past 8 pm. Now, by the end of the evening, I don’t even want to walk to my
bedroom. I understand that I was younger
when I was pregnant with Chase. But only
5 years younger, not five decades younger.
I often find myself panting after a trip to the fridge and showering seems like an unreachable goal.
Any who, this is the week we (hopefully) get to find out the
gender of our second little nugget. We have
decided to take Chase with to the ultrasound in hopes of reminding him that I
am not not, in fact, going to give birth to a puppy, or his snail that died a
few weeks ago.
Happy Tuesday!
Happy Tuesday!
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| Chase isn't only a fan of lady parts, but also art projects. This was his project from today. |
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| After our long weekend at the cabin. The boys needed a nap. Rough life, huh? |
