The Truth Hurts

Last Sunday, I was helping Ellie using the restroom. I have tried to train her not to touch the potty when she sits on it. She is supposed to put her hands on her legs or lean forward on me for support. On this particular day, I had on pajama shorts and she was leaning forward and putting her hands on my thighs. Below is our conversations.

Ellie: Mama, I got your legs.

Me: uh-uh

Ellie: I hold your chunky legs. Mama, they really are chunky. 

Me: Thanks, Ellie. 

Prom Picture

Big Mama goes to the ball... here we are at Bacchus Ball. It was fun to get out for a night. Thanks to Helen for letting me borrow the pretty dress! I felt like a very round princess :) 

29 years old, 30 weeks pregnant

The countdown begins. Baby Mason will be here in less than 10 weeks. I recently talked to a friend who has had pregnancies similar to mine... I jokingly told her that if people really understood how I felt most of the time, they would stop asking me how I feel and start praying for this baby to come early! It has been a difficult road and even though I see the end, it still seems out of my grasp. I cannot wait to meet this little one and feel good again!  

Makin Trouble

Ellie has been quite the entertainer lately. We went to Old Navy the other day and she told me that she needed to go potty... so here is our conversation with the Old Navy employee

Me to the ON worker: Where is your restroom?

ON lady: Just go back to the dressing room - you'll see it.

Ellie to ON lady: My mama needs to poop

Thanks Ellie. There was no point in trying to convince this lady of the truth... I just pushed the buggy back to the dressing room

Just Playin

Cutie Pie

My birthday was a few weeks ago... here's a glimpse of Ellie's present to me - pigtails!