So what if I cried a little tear in public while shopping because I have to buy Oshy's clothes in the toddler section? How would you feel if you spent years getting knocked up and then BAM your little baby is a big boy? It's sad okay. Crying in public is sad too, but not as sad as shopping in the toddler section, although the selection is much better and my boy just got his first KU Jayhawk t-shirt. Rock Chalk Jayhawk!
So what if I live in the ghetto? Do you remember Jeff Foxworthy and the whole "you might be a redneck" business? Hubby and I play "you might live in the ghetto if . . . ." We found a new one and it is "you might live in the ghetto if a store opens up down the street from you called Phones and Smokes." Yeah, I live down the street from "Phones and Smokes."G-H-E-T-T-O
So what if I look like a total nerd wearing super high heels? Hubby and I went to a yummy and delicious fancy shmancy restaurant on Saturday night and I bought a new pair of high heels for the occasion. I could hardly walk, but I did feel cool. Nerdy cool.
So what if I am going to look 10 weeks preggo for life? I think I have done 9 million sit ups since I gave birth and the dangler is still pudgy, but I sure got two sweet bits of baby perfection out of it!
So what if another celebrity is pregnant? I swear, there were at least two celeb pregnancy announcements on People.com last week a day.
So what if Madison on the Bachelor is super hot? She wears fangs for fun. That can't be considered mentally stable. Although it's obvious Melissa is the resident nut job this season.
So what if I have the bad kid in class? We went to our first Gymboree class and all the little babies sat so sweet in their mom/dad/grandma's lap. All except one. Peanut. She crawled out to the middle and flapped her arms around while everyone laughed at her. Everytime I tried to bring her back she threw a tantrum. Oshy was a sweet little boy paying attention and enjoying. In the end, I ended up just letting Peanut crawl away and do her own thing. I think she may be giving me a run for my money . . . .
The babes are experimenting with some new faces.
This is Oshy's mad face. It's definitely a change from his always smiley face. It gets a whole lot dirtier, but this is the best I could do.
This is Peanut's Elvis smile. It makes me laugh too.