4 months.

Meyer is four months old today.  When?  How did that happen?  tonight I put him to bed unswaddled, y'all... he's asleep.  I tried this last week and it was an ultimate fail.

He is the SWEETEST little happy baby.  Seriously.  Happy.  Sleeps.  Mostly that last part secures him as a contender for favorite.  He smiles lots.  He doesn't get enough baths.  He's gone swimming for the first time.  He has chunks legs.  Beautiful eyes.  Laughs a loud laugh.  Is super duper tickleish.  Loves his brother.  Loves his mama.  Can grab toys.  Chooses to not roll over.  ALMOST rolled over from back to front.  Likes to talk when he's tired.  Sleeps.  did I mention that one?  He is wearing 3-6 month clothes.  Weighs in at 14.2 lbs.  Is the 25th % for height and weight and 50th for his big ol' noggin.  Stop growing already.  Stay my tiny forever.  Because that's what your brudder calls you.  Tiny.

We love you, HMB.

These are the days of our mother effing saving lives.

And yes, the m-f WAS necessary.

We were at a friends house tonight.  They have a pool.  Which makes me anxious in general.  They have this awesome toddler section.  Except then my child reached for something.  Fell in.  I jumped.  Dove.  in shoes.  clothes.  breast pads.  all.

and died a little.

and swore we will never swim again.

Except swimming lessons start tomorrow.

Too late to quit?

Mama... you forgot some'fing

like your blog.  I did.  I forgot.

I also forgot to buckle Griffin into his carseat.  again.  It's happened before, but I got it before we moved.  This week I actually made it a few blocks before g said, "mama, you forgot some'fing."  Eff.... I did.

I have also lost a shoe.  In my downstairs.  today.  What?  is that possible?

Apparently, it is.  Ben has been out of town for ONE day.  One.  Already my mind has exploded.

TO be fair... I have pneumonia and just got home from a week at camp and 250 loads of laundry.

That counts for some'fing.  Right?

I waannnnnt this.

a lot.

Initial necklace.

White girl problems.

I've been showering in the AM's.  Early.  And pumping.  And trying to get dressed.  EARLY.

Last night M-dawg was up a lot.  effer.

So tonight I showered to prepare for tomorrow (aka, be clean.)  I came downstairs and Ben asked if my hair was wet.

Um... I just showered, so yes?

I didn't know if you just got hot?

white girl problems.

Father's day requests.

I like giving prezzies.  I have a HARD time finding things for Ben that aren't drinking related.  Luckily, he really likes drinks so I'm kind of set.

This year I got an email with some ideas that I will share with you, in case your husband/baby daddy ALSO enjoys bevs... and weed eating.  SO if you were looking for some ideas, I'll give you Ben's list of goodness.

Lamest.

Most effective for life.  Our life. Ben's life as a beer brewer/working at a place that has happy hours.  And not living in the same city as friends.  And, beer drinking.

Whiskey glass.

As if...

Cheers baby daddy.

The Little Gym

The Little Gym is where we have spent our Saturdays for the last 1.5 years.  And a lot of Thursdays.  Thursdays are often my saving grace.  We are taking a little break this summer, but not before "show week."  Which really, was just like every other week except for the awards ceremony.  Same usual chaos.