31 weeks

Julia's nose has been a straight hydrant lately (not pictured, you're welcome). The kind of hydrant that constantly runs down her face and bubbles and smears. I blame the formula consumption and medicated birth. She is otherwise asymptomatic but its actually really gross and should stop me from taking her out in public because I am 100% positive that anyone without kids takes one look at her and thanks the heavens they don't have kids or is reaffirmed in their decision to not have kids. Sorry J. I only tell it like it truly is. 

Onto the other little angel.

This week I'm either suffering from some serious early onset dementia or pregnant brain. Maybe both. I drove to the store for the sole purpose of buying milk and came out with hot dogs, ice cream and graham cracker Goldfish (one of these items in bulk). I put my goods in the trunk, drove off with the trunk door ajar and wound up in a Home Depot parking lot very far from our house wondering why Lucy wasn't doing her usual bark greet. I then came home to unload the hot dogs into my bottom dresser drawer. I also cut my hair to nostril length to match Julia's style. . .just kidding. . .we've been letting Julia sleep with our sharpest pair of hair cutting scissors because she insists and we are softies so they were unavailable at the time of wanted said chop. 

There has also been a lot of growth this week...

{you can see my new layer of neck hair peeking out...side rat tail style-keeping it really real}

moreso than normal as I've even had to dip into someone else's wardrobe

gotcha

just kidding again! He looks awful in puffy sleeves and stripes

I see that the boy or girl poll is neck and neck/fitty-fitty. 

We'll see who is correct in nineish short week. 

Hopefully not everyone. 

Now I'm going to make and eat this for dinner. I might share with Simon...I might not.
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