roles.

Clint is 3 for 3 on those claw machines. You know, the ones in walmart, larrys pizza, etc.

Today he won pratt this zebra (thanks Laura :). Pratt was super excited. But here's the deal. He thinks clint should win everytime. Because everytime he's tried it, he's won.



We were on our way back to clints office after lunch when we pulled up in the parking lot. The 3 of us got to talking and basically here's a recap.

According to p, I don't have a job. But I make rules. Along with handy manny. Idk. He's creative.

When asked if clint made rules, he said no. That he "worked".

He does know one thing. And that is that mom and dad love him. Yesterday he told me that miss Stacy (miz tacy) loves him too.

He's smart. :)


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booze.

Today I need wine. And a sookie stackhouse book. And maybe a chef to make dinner for the boys so I can be in the bathtub.

I'm taking dinner to someone from Sunday school who just had her third child (I shouldn't be complaining, I know) and had to run to kroger for a few things.

I'm pushing the buggy, trying to keep pratt from choking on tootsie rolls from his Halloween mdo candy bag and he's telling me to grab him some Popsicles.

I was on the brink of losing it. I said, "we aren't eating Popsicles right now."

He goes, "we aren't. Pratt is."

PAGING DR. JAMES DOBSON!!!!

I said, "uh, actually no. Pratt isn't. Mom isn't. No one is. Cause guess who makes the rules!?"

And with a serious face, he says, "d doe (Dora) makes the rules."

Dora. She's slowly ruining my life. Seriously.


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undies.

Is that the cutest butt you've ever seen!? Yes, I know.

We bought some Diego undies Monday and busted then out yesterday. He really loves being naked. I think more than that is that he doesn't like the feel of a diaper.

I can't blame him. I remember those things from after he was born. Those big ole diapers. Ugh. They were horrible. So I get it.

As soon as we have several days in a row, I'm gonna try to do the cold turkey potty training thing. He knows when he needs to pee and the other. It's just a matter of me being on top of things.

We will see what happens.





Just eating some honey Graham oh's, watching Sesame street, with his legs crossed.




Have great humpdays!!

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ten week belly.

That's a second time pregnant, ten week (eleven in two days) belly :)

And the uh...other things to go with it.

Seriously. All you first time moms, appreciate the fact that it takes a uterus a loooong time to stretch out the first time.

Not so much the second :)

Last night I told pratt for the first time. I don't know if I should have waited, but I just had this overwhelming urge to tell him. Our convo went something like this...

Me: "pratt, do you know what's in my belly?"

Him: "a bug."

Me: "no, not a bug. A baby. A little baby."

Him: "a baby!"

Me: "yes! It's either a brother or a sister for you."

Him: "it's sister. A sister for me."

From then on, he called her his sister. He asked if he could hold her. He asked if she was cold. He even asked if she could eat his cheerios. We are gonna have a problem if this is a boy :)

Happy Tuesday!!





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willis.

Lately pratt reminds me so much of clint. His eyes. His laughter. His happiness. His friendliness. So much of clint has been passed on.

But then I see this expression...


...and I remember that he's part me too.

Because that, friends...that is my face. My, "what the h" face.

He's the cutest kid ever. I'm sure of it.

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the library.

we both really, really love the library. im so happy he inherited this from me. i think we could both live there.

dear pratt.

dear pratt,

when we were in new york city, your pop pop said something that was so smart.  i should have written about it that day, but i didn't have a computer.  and my fingers are too fat for the iphone blog post thingy. 

so i'll try to remember what he said.  we were talking about my aunt betty.  and her sons frank and nick.  we were talking about how great they are.  and how aunt betty raised them very much on her own.  dad said something about how her parenting was not typical.  and how she proved it didn't have to be typical parenting to raise successful, loving, smart, hardworking children.

he said, "she proved that being kind is all you need to be to be a successful parent."

that's a big statement.  you don't realize it now, but it seems that SO MUCH more goes into being a parent.  it's hard.  and tiring.  and at the end of the day, i'm often exhausted.  because i've worked on manners.  and rules.  and consistency.  and i've tried to be what i'm teaching you to be.  and there is so much pressure.
pressure that i put on myself.  and pressure from the outside world.  from the women who don't have kids that stare as we argue in the grocery store.  as i carry you by one arm as you're dangling because you don't want to walk and i'm not letting you down to fight me. 

and when pop pop said that, i thought, "wow.  just to be kind.  that's all i need to be?  and pratt could be good?  and i'd be proud?!"

then about five seconds later it hit me that being kind can be so hard. 

sometimes i want to scream at people who aren't paying attention at the stoplight and cause me to have to sit through yet another light.  not so kind.  not something aunt betty would do.

sometimes i want to stop at that church on the interstate.  the one that always has some verse about how the people running our country are from the devil.  and i want to scream at them, "what would jesus do you big fools!?"  not nice.  never do this.  for many reasons.  mostly, because they will think you're crazy. 

sometimes i want to scream at your dad.  i'm confident that sometimes he wants to scream at me too. 

long road to a short house, aunt betty is a saint.  because being consistenly kind is hard work.
but i think...no, i know it's worth it. 

the best people i've known...and know, were all kind people.  so i'm working on it.  and when you're old enough to read this, you can hold me accountable. 

remind me of this every single day.  i need it.

i love you sugar pie.

xoxo, mommy.