Rachel Young

It's a fox tail.

So a few weeks ago we noticed that Luna was having her first "heat" (i know that this sounds like you don't want to read anymore, and i don't blame you...but you might get a giggle)  The next day I went and bought some washable "diapers" with disposable pads so we could still keep her in the house.  They looked totally ridiculous on her.  The kids all started calling her "Diaper Daisy" (I may have started that...I can't remember ;) )  and would always laugh when they saw her.  One Sunday afternoon, we decided to take her for a walk with the diaper on so she wouldn't leave a scent trail for all the boy dogs in the neighborhood.  Maddie bursts out with "But what about my reputation!!  My friends are going to see my dog in a diaper!!"  I just looked at her and smiled, noticing her long piece of fabric wrapped around her waist and bunched together in the back with 2 rubber bands...making a tail.  We were already outside on our way.  I said to Nate, "Do you think it's the dog with the diaper or the girl with the tail that'll hurt her reputation?".  Maddie said "It's a Fox Tail." as if that made it totally normal and she whipped around, folding her arms across her chest in a pouty gesture.  Nate and I just cracked up.  I love Maddie's age...most of the time. :)  So much of her wants to play like a little girl, and so much of her wants to act like a young lady.  Those things seem to be waring with each other all the time.

This isn't the first time I've eaten my words...

I said it.  I said I could wait for this baby until after Mother's day so I could hear Nate talk in church.  That may have been all it took for baby Hugh to decide to hunker down and stay there for the long haul.  BUT today I've had it.  I've puked enough.  I've had enough sleepless nights and sleepy days.  The heartburn/nausea/hunger combination is old.  My maternity clothes all have stains on my "belly shelf".  My leg giving out on me mid stride is no longer funny.  Even though Nate's never said anything, I'm pretty sure he is restraining himself from rolling his eyes every time I ask him to rub my lower back...and yes it's several times a day.   I'm afraid of the water bill we're going to have from the city because It makes me feel so much better to have a hot bath in the big jetted tub.  I'm ready.  I'm more than ready.  Laundry is done, cradle set up, bottles washed, wipes and diapers on standby.  So if a giant piece of humble pie is what it's going to take, serve it up.  C'mon Hugh!  Let's get this show on the road!!

Love them. So much.

Lucas: Carrie, heads or museum? 

Carrie: What? 

Lucas: (holding up a nickel) Heads or museum? 

Carrie:  Oh.  You mean heads or tails?

Lucas: (examining the nickel) Nope.  That's a museum.  Not a tail.

I love my life.

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