Saturday, August 15, 2009

The shirt says it all.

Bode's two, ya'll. Well, technically not until Monday but we partied tonight so as far as he's concerned he's the big 0-2.

Today was the big day. The day the paci was going bye-bye on a balloon or to the baby nursery at church or whatever. But I had this little melt-down thingy where I was all, "Andy we have got to pray about this paci situation." And he's all, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I can keep a straight face and pray about a paci." And then I got all emotional about how this is a big deal to me and that next it will be a big-boy bed and then underwear and then life as we now know it will be over and I'm not ready and how can this really be it and once the paci is gone he may as well be moved out of the house 'cause he's not a baby anymore.....

And then Andy calmly reminded me that the kid doesn't even say his own name yet so we still have a long way to go.

And I stopped with the freak-out session and stuck a paci in his bed.

You are not going to believe who made this.

I will give you some clues:
1. She is a professional musician.
2. She takes her coffee with one pump mocha and a scant bit of cream (that's my new word: scant. I like it).
3. She is the best friend ever. Ever, ever, ever.

Yes, Gena pulled this out of nowhere. I already look like a complete domestic failure compared to her and now she goes and does this. She also breaks into my house and leaves me coffee which is why I almost love her more than my husband.


first time mom said...

Totally understand how you feel about the paci. Everyone in Carson's daycare class is starting to potty train. Is it bad that I just don't want to start him yet? I really am not ready to give up diapers. Weird, I know. Happy B-Day Bode!!!

Gena said...

Happy birthday Bodester. I hope you enjoyed the goo-gooohl. (monster truck cake) I enjoyed your sweaty head, rain boots, gummy grins, uh-huhs, prayer, and ball popper. Thanks for sharing your sweet little self. I love you.