Here I am at 28 weeks with all three of my children.

We’re trying to make an effort to do a “family outing” every Sunday when Husband is home. Yesterday was fun — we went to an outdoor festival and the weather was gorgeous.

It’s all fun and games until the pregnant lady has to use a Port-A-Potty.

I think something is wrong with me because I am so obsessed with the grumpy cat meme on the internet. Like, yeah, I know they’re funny … but do other people laugh for as LONG as I do? Doubtful.

Maybe when I’m done raising my kids, I can get a job captioning pictures of cats.

ONE said all sorts of charming and untrue things this morning that made me like him quite a lot.

ONE: “Mommy, are you a teenager?”

Me: “No … why?”

ONE: “You look like a teenager.”

Me: “Oh?! Well … thank you. But no. I’m a grown woman.”

ONE: “You look too skinny to be a grown woman.”

Me: “Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

(blank stare)

“I’m not skinny, ONE. And look at my tummy!”

ONE: “Oh, I know why you have a belly, silly! There’s a baby in there. But the back of you is still skinny.”

I thought about making a joke about his eyesight, but I stopped myself. Nothing is wrong with my son’s eyes. He thinks I look young and beautiful and — dare I say, SKINNY — who am I to correct him?! One day he might decide I’m a dorky mom who he is embarrassed to be seen with, and I need to relish these days while I can … the days where he tells me I’m pretty and he wants to marry me or a girl just like me one day.

Man, I love that wild, spirited, sweet boy.

I AM SO SICK OF SNOT-NOSED CHILDREN.

I like my children. 

Unless their noses are snotty. 

They’ve been snotty for weeks. 

Therefore, it’s been awhile since I’ve liked them.

ONE: “Asher has an ‘itis.’ Some kind of ‘itis.’ Don’t touch his slobber or you’ll catch it.”

Me: “It’s tonsillitis …” 

I am tired of making trips to see the pediatrician.

That is all.

Tonight is night #3 of no crib for TWO. I couldn’t handle the thought of another crazy night and I set up the Pack N’ Play for him to sleep in. He’s not going back in his big crib … this will have to do for now. It’s a temporary fix, though, because he can almost drag his body up and out of it.

I KNOW IT WOULD BE EASIER TO LEAVE THE KID IN A CRIB UNTIL HE IS THREE. I’m no dummy. But that’s just not going to happen, due to the fact that we‘re having another child in a few months and I need to get ready for her because if I don’t, the Earth is going to open up and swallow us whole. Our whole house, all of our stuff, sucked down into the abyss. Do not question me. 

The same abyss is also going to suck us down if Husband doesn’t do something about the weed situation happening in our backyard and put a new bulb in the front porch light.

TWO is a giant acrobat of a toddler. He needs a booster seat for the table, and a real bed to sleep in. He wants to do everything he sees his big brother doing. So … that’s how it is, and I am trying to make the best decisions I can.

Here is night #3. The picture is blurry because I was kind of frantically trying to snap it before he sensed my presence and started screaming again:

This whole experience reminds me a lot of what we went through for the first 5 or 6 months of his life when he WOULD NOT SLEEP, AND I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE, OMG. We made it through that, and we‘ll make it through this. Here is a reminder of how far we’ve come.