I’m not a vegetarian. Not by a long shot. I actually just ate a steak last night and loved every single bite of it. But…BUT…I thought this was interesting. Way before the organic craze and the rise in number of vegetarians, there was this song. Who knew?
Food for thought, if you will.
Some people ball so hard they have houses in Paris or block off entire floors of hospitals to have their babies while others do slightly less glamorous things. Like going from this:
To this…
Haaaallelujah! Haaaallelujah! Halleeeeluuuujahhhhh!!!
I don’t know what came over us after Christmas, but all of a sudden, we ”realized” it was time for a new oven. After a few cookie burning episodes, a night of BG figuring out the timer on the oven and making it buzz over and over again, and a couple nights of turning the pan one way then another to make sure whatever we were cooking was cooked evenly instead of just in front because that’s the way the burners tilted, we were flat topping it to high heaven.
You can see how terrible our old range was. I mean, look at those buttons. What are they…about 75 years old? 
They came off too. Especially when little teener hands tried pulling them. The worst ones were the little silver ones to the right of the clock. Not only did they come off, they were also choking hazards. Perfect size for a little throat. Lordy.
Considering our motto is safety first, it was just time. And I assure you this decision had nothing to do with those coils and the fact that the sight of them makes me want to punch. This baby is much better.
Less of a hazard for little toddlers who love buttons and knobs. Less time required to man the food since it now cooks like it’s supposed to. Less hideousness in our work in progress kitchen. Ahh!
It’s Fridaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! And just to make it even better, here you go.
http://kimjongillookingatthings.tumblr.com
Looking at rice is probably my favorite. That or looking at sausages. Hilarious!
Today, I’m 20 weeks pregnant. Which means that I’m exactly half way there. Awesome if you’re a glass half fuller, but OMG, CLOSE TO HALF A YEAR TO GO if you’re on the other side. I’m teetering in the middle today.
I’ve been thinking a lot about this second baby. This little sweet teener who will never know what it’s like to just have Mommy and Daddy. He’ll always be part of a foursome, but his presence will also make our family complete. What a big job for such a little thing.
There are so many things I’ve learned about myself and motherhood and life throughout this journey. It has been overwhelming at times and so joyful that I can hardly contain it. Oh life…
People always say the second time around is not as exciting. I say it is, you just don’t have as much time to think about how excited you are. There’s less obsession and pondering and sitting in your completed nursery wondering what life will be like when your sweet baby arrives.
Now, it’s more like okay, you feed BG while I finish making dinner. Now, I’ll bathe him while you clean up the kitchen. Ooh, the baby is moving. Exciting. Okay, time for bed, are his pajamas clean?
I can’t imagine how much busier we are going to be, but I know we will handle it. As Husband always says, it’ll be an adventure.
One of the most important things I’ve learned over the last year is that I’m not the stay at home mom type. I say that after months of wanting to be just that right after BG was born. And after months of questioning what I’m doing with my life going to sit at a job everyday and wasting away when I could be at home with my sweet baby boy. And after endless talk of mothers are supposed to be home with their children. Well, as is the case sometimes, I have learned. I have grown. And, now I know better.
It doesn’t mean I don’t love BG or Romulus to be more than anything on earth. In fact, what it means is that I love them enough to know that I’m a better mom because I go to work. Or because I have my own life as well as my family life and my life as a mom. For me, that’s important. I didn’t know how important until recently. One might call it a revelation.
I commend all stay at home moms out there because it truly is the most difficult job in the world. But I also commend the working moms. The ones who have to work, and the ones who choose to work. It’s hard and trying and full of guilt, but sometimes it’s just what we need.
I would also like to send a shout out to a couple of my oldest and dearest friends, Millionaire Mommy and Spitfire. I remember everything they tell me, and I appreciate knowing I’m not the only one.
Oh Anthony Hamilton, how I love you. If you’re not familiar with him, here’s his website. He’s from Charlotte and that voice…
He has a new cd out called Back To Love, but I still love this old classic.
Mmm.
