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The two year molars are beginning to rear their ugly heads. Hunter has all of the signs - sticking his fingers back so far into his mouth that it's amazing he doesn't gag, drooling until his shirt is drenched, a constant runny nose (unfortunately Hunter has learned to wipe his nose with his sleeve, or worse his wrist, instead of patiently waiting for me to get a tissue), coughing all night long, and of course the poop changes. (No shame here peeps. Kids' poop consistency is often a conversation topic for me at work. So I have no problem referencing my own kids poop here for y'all.)

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So as a result of the poop issues, last week Hunter had a little accident at school. Now being the good parent that I am, I haven't switched out the spare clothes that we keep in Hunter's cubby since last season, so when I went to pick him up, this is what he was wearing...

(He's really embarrassed about the outfit, hence the fight during our photo shoot.) Ms. Hadzira (hah-jir-uh), Hunter's teacher, told me, "I tried to pull his socks up so his legs could be a little warmer." Thanks Ms. H. Loving that look. I'm sure Hunter was really excited about walking down the hall with shorts and hiked up socks.

Little did he know there are worse looks than that one. This week Hunter had another poop accident at school. The problem this time is that mommy forgot to bring up a replacement pair of pants for him, so when I went into his room and saw the bag with his pants in his cubby, I was really nervous to walk into the kitchen and see what my kid was wearing. Would he just be in his diaper? Surely not....No ladies and gentleman, he's not in a diaper. He's in PINK, girl pants...with dolls and hearts on them. Nice.

The best part about this is that my dad and I had plans to go visit one of his tenants that day to see if it would be a good place to have Hunter's birthday party. I wasn't too worried because I thought, it'll just be family members and the owner.

Except, uh no. We get there and it's open bounce...kids are everywhere. Hunter freaked. Not because of the pants, but because he was crazy overstimulated by all of the screaming 8 year olds. Oh yeah, and one of them touched him. A lesson for all of the kids out there: DO NOT touch my kid if you don't want to be screamed down in public, especially if you're a strange 8 year old. I promise my child will scream at you. Loudly. And then he will have a melt down on the floor.

This is exactly why we moved to the toddler area and stayed in that portion of Bounce Town for the remainder of our visit. As you can see, the toddler area didn't bother Hunter nearly as much as the huge inflatable bounces with large srecaming kids everywhere. I think he had so much fun in the toddler area, alone, that he totally forgot about those embarrasing pink pants...

Forget the Clearasil, I need some Clairol

So this past Sunday I actually made it to church with make up on and my hair fixed and down. This is pretty unbelievable considering that my new Chi has been used all of about 4 times since I got it for Christmas.


During the service, James and I sat in front of our dear friends, Mike and Molly. I often tease Molly - out of love of course - about her age since I am sooo young at the ripe age of 28, and the three of them are nearing - or in for our boys - their mid 30s. So when Molly leaned forward during the service and whispered, "You've got a gray hair," I wasn't phased by it at all because obviously I DO NOT have gray hair. I'm 28 people.


You can imagine my shock when I pulled the hair out and saw this...

The picture doesn't do it justice, but that hair is in fact gray...from root to tip. No matter what light you hold it in, it's gray. Believe me on this. I viewed it from many, many angles.

Now I'm not going to get all "I'm so old" on y'all. I hate it when my twenty-something friends talk about how old we are because we are obviously not...we're in our twenties. It doesn't get younger than this. We were teenagers less than 10 years ago. Nope, I'm not going to feel old at all. I'll just be telling myself this is a side effect of the pregnancy. Y'all have heard of that side effect, right?

If anyone even checks this anymore...

Hi. Remember me? I'm the one that writes on this here blog thingy...supposedly.


Since I've had some emails and phone calls from people checking to see if I was okay because I haven't posted in, oh I don't know, FOREVER, I thought I'd just let y'all know I'm alive -losing the will to live more and more each day, but still alive:)


I haven't posted because I've been sleeping or fighting with all my might to hold back the vomit...sometimes unsuccessfully. James does the cooking and cleaning and parenting most days. Like I said, I do the sleeping and vomiting and whining and guilting (of myself of course since I contribute just about zero most days).


Christmas and New Year's came and went with zero pictures, but when I realized this I took a picture of Hunter in the tub with his new bath toys. That makes up for it, right?


The expression on his face pretty much sums up how we both felt Christmas day...

My goal is to try to do a little more every day, which I'm proud to say today I did well. Hopefully in a month or so we'll actually get out and do something worth noting on the blog. Until then, pray for positivity for me. I feel really guilty about my negativity and complaining...which is actually mostly in my head or to my husband, but even the #1 husband in ALL OF THE WORLD can grow weary of the constant whining that comes out of me.