A Boob Explorer and Dreadful Urination

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!

Chase isn't only a fan of lady parts, but also art projects. This was his project from today. 

After our long weekend at the cabin.  The boys needed a nap. Rough life, huh?