Sunday, January 15, 2012

Papa’s and Daddy’s

Lincoln has his way of things and there is simply no way to convince him to change his mind.

Since he could talk all old people are called, “papa” and it doesn’t matter if their actually grandmas or not even his grandparents. If you’re old, you’re papa.

We recently have been trying really hard to get him to call my mom “grandma”, but he won’t have it.

Last week he was whining for, “papa”.

“Do you want grandma or papa?” I asked.

“I want papa!” he cried.

“You want papa? Or do you want grandma?” I was hoping he would start separating the two.

“I want bigger papa” and that was that. He now is very specific about who he wants. My mom is “baby papa” and my dad is “bigger papa.”

But it doesn’t end there. I have lost the title of “mom” altogether. I am now “baby daddy” and Scott is “big dad”.

All parents are dads. All old people are papas. And all kids smaller than him are babies.

It just makes me laugh for now. He better figure it out or when he gets to kindergarten and announces he has two dads and two papas, teachers are going to be very confused.

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Friday, January 13, 2012

I AM............PREGNANT!!!

Yay! I am pregnant! I was so excited when I found out a month ago that we told all our close friends and family, but after a safe ultra-sound and a strong heartbeat we are ready to share it with the world!

I want to document my pregnancy like I did with Lincoln, but I know everyone isn't fond of belly pictures so......I created a blog! I love being pregnant, so why not share it with those interested and curious? It will have weekly updates and random thoughts and feelings on pregnancy. Anyways, I will continue updating about our life on here, but if you want to know more about my pregnancy go here: perfectpregnant.blogspot.com or click on it under my blog list and follow it or whatever!

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Ostridge Eggs

This past weekend we moved out of our house. Everything went well and I handled it all surprisingly like an adult. Soon I was at my parents house. I hadn't shed a single tear. Well that was until I was standing naked in my room after a hot bath and realized my dresser had been packed away in a trailer and now was in another state. It wouldn't be a big deal, except it had ALL my underwear, pajamas, socks, undershirts and even my bras in it.

I cracked my door and started screaming down the hall to my parents, "I have nothing to wear! I don't even have a bra!".
My mom came to my rescue, she offered kind words and found me some pajamas to wear while my underwear washed.

My dad attempted to console me too, "just wear your mom's bra" he said.

"Were not the same size!" I glared.

"I have some ostridge eggs you could fill the cups with" he stated seriously.



I think I would have been more offended, but I was too busy wondering why my dad has ostridge eggs.