Don't Worry, it's Normal

Well, it's happening again.

No, I'm not carrying twins.

No, I'm not even gaining too much weight. My doctor said so.

This wee baby Princess is just carrying way far to my front. "Like a basketball," as my nurse practitioner said.

It happened with The Prince. And, to be fair, I did gain some extra weight with him, but, come on. I was teaching at the time, and I had a few kids make some tactless comments. And also some colleagues. And strangers.

Here's some advice: don't ever tell a pregnant lady that she looks "so big." You could probably really hurt her feelings, and the storm of hormones behind her smile could spell disaster for anyone standing too closely.

Truly, I am happy about my weight and my shape, because it means my baby is growing and healthy, and my body is doing what it needs to do to get the job done.

Just don't tell me I look fat.

Has it Really Been that Long?

You know, in a good way.


This week, I celebrate eight years of marriage. I'm lucky enough to have married my best friend, my sweetie pie. Brian is super amazing, and I can't imagine my life without him. He's taught me so much, and I'm so excited to be starting a family with him.

Here are a few of my favorite memories.

Baby Life #8

I have a confession to make...

Some days, when it's just The Prince and me, I forget to brush my teeth.

The Prince doesn't seem to mind.

Things I Know

It's nice to take a few days off from the internet.

It's less nice to take a few days off from the internet if it's because a nasty stomach bug is cycling through your family.

It's just a phase - The Prince won't always want to pull my hair. Or at least he'll have enough self-control not to pull it.

It's just a phase - The Prince won't always want to give me a fierce, wet, after-bath hug. I'll definitely enjoy it while it lasts.

You can't hear tone in email...you can't hear tone in email...you can't hear tone in email...

The more research I do about being healthy, the less I want to eat some of my favorite things. Sigh. I think sometimes it's better not knowing.

The Prince is the cutest and smartest little boy in the world.

A hubby who will wake up at 2:00 am to make you gatorade is freaking awesome.

I won't ever get tired of reading the Twilight series, or the Harry Potter series.

The Royal Wedding reinforced my need to be a princess. How nice of them to let me live vicariously through them.

Some day I'll get a full night's sleep again.

Sunshine, a slight breeze, and birdies singing make for an amazing morning walk.

Joining a MOPS group can do wonders for, well, everything about you when you're a new mommy.

Even when FB spells everything out for you, it's hard to keep up with all the birthdays and graduations. Sorry, friends. Congratulations.

Self-Serve

The Prince and I were discussing his snack. He didn't care for the strawberries and cheerios that I offered him, so we moved on to other things.

Later, I was preparing dinner. He got into the fridge and got himself two clementines, and started eating them. Peels and all.

I convinced him to let me wash and peel them.

More Prince

Well, with a month off from blogging, another Prince update is due. He is the smartest and cutest baby ever. He really is. Here are a few of his latest shenanigans.


Spaghetti. He didn't like it at first, but now pasta and tomato sauce is one of his favorite things.

He's mastering using silverware. Here, he shows off, using two spoons at once.














Easter, with all the boys in hawaiian shirts.














His second trip to the zoo, but the first one he really enjoyed. He especially liked running around and looking at the plants. He spent the most time looking at tiny climbing monkeys and an anteater. As soon as we saw the elephants, he lifted his arm and buzzed like an elephant, just like his daddy showed him.

Baby Life #7

Yesterday I realized that I still enjoy and am amazed by the sound of The Prince breathing (especially while sleeping!). I'm thinking that feeling will never diminish. What a gift.