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March 21, 2007
So it's been "one of those days"...when the baby gets you up at 4am and then you finally get to sleep and the phone rings at five and then the alarm goes off at 6 and then the cat claws you awake at 7...then you get dressed in something better than sweats and you leak through your shirt in less than a minute...then you take the dog for a walk and the gate you go through is broken so you have to go all the way around...then you finally go out for breakfast because you're not getting to do it at home and your pastery is as hard as a rock and stale as your sense of humor...so you come home and decide to go to the mall but then the baby falls asleep so not wanting to wake her you stay home...then you miscommunicate with your husband and end up fighting...finally get some dinner and the baby freaks out for no reason...you get the baby calm and finish eating....get her to bed and some random peppy girls start going door to door at a quarter to nine at night taking some survey in high pitched voices...jason and I look at each other and each turn off a light...so we are sitting at home in the dark...pretending to not be home...because if these girls wake my baby I will have to erase them from the face of the earth...and they don't want that to happen...there have been three good things that have happened today...Amanda called, Kenny texted and Jason got to spend the evening at home...send the cheerleading survey girls away lest I become angry and squash them with my mama thighs...margaritas are good...peppy girls...bad...I need more margaritas.

April 24, 2007
So...April Fools to us I guess...because no joke...no kidding....we're pregnant again...and we got that way on April 1st...I can hear the cosmos laughing...and I almost think it's funny too...except that when this baby is born LilyAnna will only be 13 months old...to the day almost...at least this explains why I gained 5 pounds while on vacation...I'm sure some of it was just fat...but at least a portion is baby...and for the record we had better be getting a boy this time...my poor husband needs some kind of a break in all of this...so I guess the moral of this sad story is : you never think you're as fertile as you really are...and just once without protection is all it takes...so be advised ladies and gents....and be for-warned...I am looking forward to meeting the little stinker...but not sure how I'll handle being prego and moving...being prego and running after a toddler...being prego and moving again...having two under a year and a half...not to mention Jason will be deployed for three months during my pregnancy...but that's better than missing the birth...or Lil's birthday!
Oh my head! What have we done?

June 5, 2007
So a lot has happened in the last bit...I got stranded in Phoenix and then got the flue/craps...found out a friend of ours has only a few more months to live/cancer...discovered squash gives our baby a natural giggle fest...taped said giggle fest and may be viewed on Jason's myspace...realized I have our whole house to pack and no energy in less than a month...Lily started trying to crawl...this is quite funny to watch...but she gets made if we laugh too loud at her attempts...there is just something funny about a baby wiggling her butt in the air and thinking that will make her go forward...discovered there is no need to spend money on baby toys as ours preffers tages on pillows, yogurt lids (esp. red ones), ripped out magazine pages...lalala to any real toys we have for her...also discovered camping with a five month old can be done!

June 8, 2007
When I was around 17 I was a counselor at kids camp...laying on the dock during some free time I was pooped on by a bird and all the boys called me Target for the rest of camp...I thought this was mildy embarassing...but mostly amusing...till while I was pregnant in Texas I got pooped on again (read Burns, Butt stains, and Bird Poop blog)...I wasn't happy about this...but still didn't think too much of it...till two nights ago when I was outside BBQing with Jason and he noticed that I had gotten hit once again...only this time directly on the head...in my freshly washed hair! At this point I have to agree with the boys...my name should be Target...but I have to admit...if ever I find these badly behaved birds I will direct my cat at them and she doesn't take kindly to foul.