Well, it is a new year. Welcome 2008. I'm exactly 8 days behind in writing my New Years Post. I"m behind in that department, and sadlly, the laundry department. I just struggle getting the heavy laundry up and down the stairs anymore. It makes my belly cramp, and i'm not just saying that to get out of it, it really happens. So, what's a big ole preggo to do? Teeny loads, I suppose. UGH!
Everything else seems to be going well, though. Primary is totally organized in a way that made my councelor ask, "Who are you and what did you do with Emily?" I know. But it feels good and is probably that wierd nesting phenomenon that will end in about 10 weeks when we attempt to squeeze another chamberlain into our tiny apartment. At that point, i think i'll just give up. Sorry, no more space. I hope Jr. doesn't grow out of it's drawer for awhile. he he.
The other day Doug was putting some heat on a sore spot in my calf and i had my leg in the air and my pant leg pulled up and Owen walks in and says,
"Whoa, Mom. Your legs are f..."
Then he stops himself, thinks about it for a minute and continues,
"Your legs are pretty and fat."
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I'm a little late, 2008...
Well, it is a new year. Welcome 2008. I'm exactly 8 days behind in writing my New Years Post. I"m behind in that department, and sadlly, the laundry department. I just struggle getting the heavy laundry up and down the stairs anymore. It makes my belly cramp, and i'm not just saying that to get out of it, it really happens. So, what's a big ole preggo to do? Teeny loads, I suppose. UGH!
Everything else seems to be going well, though. Primary is totally organized in a way that made my councelor ask, "Who are you and what did you do with Emily?" I know. But it feels good and is probably that wierd nesting phenomenon that will end in about 10 weeks when we attempt to squeeze another chamberlain into our tiny apartment. At that point, i think i'll just give up. Sorry, no more space. I hope Jr. doesn't grow out of it's drawer for awhile. he he.
The other day Doug was putting some heat on a sore spot in my calf and i had my leg in the air and my pant leg pulled up and Owen walks in and says,
"Whoa, Mom. Your legs are f..."
Then he stops himself, thinks about it for a minute and continues,
"Your legs are pretty and fat."
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Nice, real nice owen. That's hilarious.As far as laundry goes, I say just buy new clothes.
Oh my gosh Owen! I am laughing and sympathizing at the same time.
I'm nine days late in my New Year's post, if it makes you feel any better. At least Owen stopped himself and tried to be nice...at least you taught him that much.
I love Owen. May my little boy turn out as cute and sweet as him.
you can do laundry at my house.
I always wanted to at jackie's when i visited. so please do.
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