They call it 'Mommy Blogging' for a reason...

In case you don't understand the title of this post, IT IS A WARNING. This post contains some very, um, mommyish things. So don't tell me I didn't warn you. 

I've been spending a lot of time on a certain activity as of late. And no, I don't mean cleaning up dog puke, (wait, that was Matt) or bathing my one year old every single morning as a result of his maddeningly consistent morning blow outs, or systematically taking every imaginable privilege away from my four year old in order to force gently encourage him to do his business on the potty. No, this is something else entirely.

I know I'm not the only one that does this. In fact, one of my very best friends is a pro at this game. Come to think of it, she probably introduced me to it. You know who you are!

I think that my recent obsession with this is due to the fact that there is someone special in my life that just spent some time playing the game and her end result was positive. You know, the opposite of negative. Or it could be that many, many of my friends have either had a baby in the last year or are currently pregnant, or both. (Yeah, that's right, both.)

The name of this time consuming activity is, "Leave me alone and let me stare at my negative pregnancy test and try to imagine a second line."

Yeah. It makes no sense. We are NOT trying for a baby; I don't really even want a baby right now. Matt is just getting established in his new job, I am insanely busy at my job, and I am feeling pretty darn overwhelmed just balancing loving on the two I already have with everything else in my life. So really, if that little line I'm tyring so hard to imagine did in fact show up, I would be, well, a lot little bit more overwhelmed. (And really freaking excited.)                                     
                                                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                                                                             

But that isn't the point. It's stupid fun to stare at little white pee sticks and carry them from room to room just in case the changing light will magically reveal that second line. I'm not alone, right?!?! RIGHT?!?!?

(One final point. For those of you that know where I work and may be feeling suspicious about where I am obtaining all these tests, I put $5 in petty cash, OK?! And I even have the petty cash balance sheet to prove it. So there. )

Not sure how to feel...

Today my little boy had his fourth birthday party.

I I was so proud of him as he successfully rode his new bike on the first try!!                  (I mean, he really had no choice. He was surrounded by beautiful little girls and simply had to deliver!) 

 

                                                                                                                                                                           

I am in love with the way he furrowed his little brow and opened those presents like it was serious business.

                                                                      

He was so excited about his (dairy and gluten free) cupcake, and he blew those candles out with only one three tries! 

I was so happy to see him loving his party, but deep down I was feeling a little emotional that he is getting so big. Thank goodness I am homeschooling him for Preschool or I would have been in a puddle on the floor. 

I held it together. Well, until bedtime, when this one decided to throw a straw on the camel's back and say a new word. (You know, just to rub it in that they are both growing up.) And it was quite a word. An adorable, endearing, cuddly  little word that just broke this mommy's heart. While giving my mom a little night-night snuggle, he looked up into her eyes and said "Huuuggg...huuuggg." Then he reached for me and laid his head on my chest. "Huuuggg...huuugggg."

I lost it, and Matt was ready for it. When I turned my head to try (unsuccessfully!) to blink the tears away he was staring at me with that "I-know-you're-heartbroken- that-they're-growing-up-but-it's-gonna-be-OK-babe" look. 

And he is right. It is OK. In fact, it is AMAZING and I'm loving every minute! 

Happy birthday B2! 

And Little Man, you can give mommy a huuugggg whenever you want!

He...

  ...is B2. 

...Bold, creative, full of everything you could possibly imagine. 

...has quite an imagination:

"Mommy, Jesus can fly down to us. When He wants to fly, He can fly! And then He will zoom back up to heaven with us!"  (I am working on his theology, he's only (almost!) four, give him a break!

                           

      

          

                  

...loves being big brother to Little Man. Every morning when he hears Little Man wake up, he says "Mommy!! He is crying for you!! Go get him!! He needs you!!"

                                                                                       

 ...really CANNOT resist making silly faces in pictures. See?

...is my B2. Enough said.