dear pratt.

(a warning...there is a picture of my belly here.  like a bare belly.  and i don't normally do bare belly.  but this isn't facebook.  it's my blog.  and it's pratt's virtual "box"...so i'm sorry.  i promise it's the last time you'll ever see it :)

dear pratt,

tom petty comes to mind....

some days are diamonds. 

some days are rocks. 

some doors are open. 

some roads are blocked.
these past two days have been rocks.  for sure.  idk what it's about.  someone told me a change in weather can spark it.  maybe that's it.  because at night, the temps have been dropping to low 20's. 

you've started to "test" me as cookie says, more than ever before.  maybe it's because you're a couple months shy of that 2.5 point.  whatever it is, it's hard. 

but just as the song says, some days are diamonds.  there doesn't seem to be any in between lately.  it's either good or bad.  easy or rough.  i'm either eating strawberries and grapes as an afternoon snack or i'm breaking into the cookie dough for 8 fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. 

i don't have any picures of the rock days...because usually i'm so fed up, if i had my phone i'd be calling a psychiatrist...but i do have a diamond picture. 

it was taken the other night.  saturday night, i think.  we were all on "mom's couch" and you wanted to talk to sister.  i could feel him/her moving, so you wanted to feel too.  and you wanted to tell her hi. 

you can be such a sweet little guy.  but as i've said before, i love you regardless.  b.a.d., sweet, tired, loving, and on and on and on....

love you.  mommy.