Me: Put your penis down buddy, don't want to pee everywhere.
Him: Mommy, my penis is broken, we have to fix it.
Then he peed.
Him: Daddy will love this!!!
Then he tells me that only girls go on the potty at school, not boys. Promising.
I realize the danger in talking about this. But. My precious, perfect four month old has taken to sleeping 13 hours a night. 13. Hours.
I got this new lens for my camera. It has changed my life. Ok thats dramatic. But it's unreal. Check out my natural light.
It happened. I had to pump in the field. It was bound to happen sometime. Just didn't think it would be in the backseat of a car, at a landfill, while cops sifted through trash for dead bodies in a torrential downpour. Two days in a row.
Murphy's law: if you wear your cutest jacket and stilettos, you will find yourself at aforementioned landfill in a monsoon. I have wellies. Cute ones. I am not nearly as prepared as I should be for being married to an eagle scout. That's right, I said it. That super hot. Brilliant. Party planning, dance floor tearing up, bad ass husband of mine is an Eagle scout. Patches and all.
He hates when I call badges, patches.
This is the last picture taken from the surprise birthday night. It proves a couple things. I was in a club. It was in fact the best night ever.
The Best part? Unce. Unce. Unce. You know, like 'clubbin' music'.