Valentine’s Day is less than a week away! Do you and your significant other exchange gifts? I don’t think JB and I will be swapping presents this year, but if we were, I might have asked for one of these romantic goodies as a token of his affection.
“Love and Love and Love” sweatshirt // Mini Heart Charm ring //
Miss Dior Chérie L’eau perfume // “L” charm bangle
PS: I also get weak in the knees for a bouquet of these flowers.
Thank you to everyone who left comments, sent Facebook messages and emailed with words of encouragement in response to yesterday’s revealing post. Its reassuring to know that I’m not alone in my feelings–or alone in general.
So I thought I’d lighten the mood today with a funny story. And what’s funnier than a story about poop, right?
(If talking about baby poop makes you uncomfortable, stop reading now!)
I was playing on the floor with Levi, who was sitting in his Bumbo when he started to squirm and whine. It sounded like gas, and with each little fart that escaped, his tush lifted out of his seat a couple of inches. I tried so hard not to laugh because he was clearly not too pleased with whatever was happening in his pants. Then it dawned on me. The baby was trying to poop. His facial expressions and body language gave it away.
Like a good mom, I went to investigate the situation. Sure enough, I found a squishy but solid “real person” poop in his diaper. Mark this milestone on the calendar: the baby’s poops have changed consistency! As I lifted Levi’s legs to wipe his rear, he suddenly grunted out another Tootsie Roll-shaped turd! And then a third! At this point I really couldn’t help that I was laughing at his discomfort. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing…and smelling!
But the story gets better…or worse, depending on whether you have a sense of humor. While he was mid-poop, the baby started peeing on himself! Of course, I had just reached the last baby wipe in the package and had to scramble to find a new pack before the situation got any messier. Thank goodness a fully-stocked diaper bag was close at hand.
I so wished that JB was there to experience that wacky and gross moment with me. I may or may not have snapped an iPhone photo of Levi’s diaper to show him when he returned home from work…
Yes, baby poop and baby farts make me laugh (when I’m not gagging). Can you relate? Do you have a funny poop story to share?
One of the reasons I started Bunny & Dolly was to share the honest, sometimes uncomfortable thoughts and feeling I had about being pregnant. I couldn’t related to other blogs that told sugar-coated tales about becoming a first time mom. That just wasn’t the experience I was having, and I knew that other moms-to-be must have felt the same.
I’ve tried to continue to portray my transition into motherhood with the same transparency. With that in mind, I have a confession to make.
I’m not happy.
Actually, it’s not that black and white. It’s not that I’m unhappy. I have an awesome baby, a supportive husband and a generally well-behaved dog, among other positive and good things in my life. But I feel weighed down by stress and worry thoughts to the point that I feel distracted and a little bit sad.
Some of the things on my mind?
When I feel overwhelmed like this I tend to hold everything inside. I choose not to share my feelings with friends and family. Sometimes I don’t even want to talk about them with JB. But I know that venting can be beneficial, so I’m giving it a shot. Also, I want you, my readers, to know that my life is far from perfect and probably–hopefully–a lot like yours.
Of course, if you can solve any of my problems or provide answers to any of my questions, I’m listening!
I had to post this short video taken on my iPhone early this morning. (I wish I had turned the camera horizontally. Oh well!) Now you can see for yourself how noisy my baby guy can be. Glad he finds himself so amusing!
This video of a toddler’s embarrassing names for her stuffed animals is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week and a perfect complement to our discussion on stuffed animal names.
As you’ve probably heard, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow yesterday, which means six more weeks of winter. I could deal with six more weeks of 50 degree weather, but after experiencing record breaking temperatures this week, we’ve been told to prepare for our first big snowstorm of the season this weekend. As much as I hate snow — driving in it, shoveling it, cleaning it off the dog — there is something romantic about being snowed in, even if for just a day.
Hope you stay warm wherever you are! Have a fantastic weekend, friends, and thanks for making it a great week on Bunny & Dolly!
{via Babble}
