You're not cool unless you poop in the tub.

I've heard the stories.  My best friend Kristine's poop stories are legendary.  LEGENDARY.   But it hadn't happened to us.   That is, until last night.

We are in full swing daily bath season, because PJ being a typical boy, is filthy by the time the day is done.  Which is fine with me, because he's having fun, and really that is all that matters.  So the past two nights, before getting in the tub, my naked baby peed on me.  It's not the first time, it won't be the last time, but peed on me nonetheless.  So last night, when getting him ready for the bath, I said, "Don't pee on Mommy tonight!"  I should have known.

We get in the tub and all is well.  PJ's swimming around, playing, enjoying himself.  Suddenly, he stops swimming and just is sitting there on all fours.  I think nothing of it.  All of a sudden I look, and like the baby ruth floating in the water in Caddyshack, there's poop.  Two pieces. 

"OH MY GOD!! PJ!""  I yelled.  I grabbed him out of the water, and BURST out laughing.

John comes running in.  "What happened?"

"PJ pooped in the tub!"  Mind you this entire time, PJ is clutching his foam letter L (so nice, was that for Mommy buddy) and smiling.

I could. not. stop. laughing.  I laughed the entire time I got PJ dressed, the entire time I scooped the poop out of the tub, and the entire time I rinsed the tub down.  Luckily, it was not much poop and it didn't do much damage at all.

Ah motherhood.   You never think, "One day, I'm gonna be scooping shit out of my bathtub."

I love you PJ.

And if you are wondering, I got the poop out by putting a baggie on my hand and scooping it.  Good times.

Dude. It's fucking hot.

I am not complaining.   With hot weather, I get to take PJ outside, play in the sandbox, watch him have a blast in his water table, etc.  But I've never been PREGNANT in the hot.  See I got pregnant with PJ in July, so I wasn't even showing till late fall, so no issues there.  But dude.  IT IS HOT.  I am hot normally, but now, I am super hot.  And it's May.  And I know we are gonna have a hot summer, so...I guess I'll be playing with our frog sprinkler too.  And what better excuse to than to say I have to make sure PJ is safe?
PJ has been taking more steps by himself so I think he just needs  a little more confidence and he'll be well on his way to running around.  It will be nice to let him wander around without worrying about him hurting his poor little knees crawling on concrete.  I also want to get a couple outside toys that aren't so big like the sandbox and water table. 

This morning he woke up so adorable (as usual).  I heard him making noises so I went in there to find him rolling around and stretching.  When he saw me, instant smiling.  If that doesn't make you feel good, you have a fucking heart of stone.  I tell you.  He also looks too cute in his little sleeveless shirts and shorts.

We have a four day weekend this weekend because we took off Tuesday (one less paid day of maternity leave for me, but it's worth it) and we are super duper cleaning our house because it desperately needs it.   I am actually looking forward to it.  Of course, we will also be spending lots of time outside and going to Gram's for Memorial Day.  The season of going to Gram's a lot is upon us! 

I'm a little distracted today...

why?  because we're going to see CONAN tonight!! YES CONAN!!! I almost wish PJ could come with -- he loves Conan.  For real.  He would sit on my lap and just watch with us when we watched it.   I am sure it has something to do with him hearing Conan's voice the entire time he was in my belly.  And besides, Conan is AWESOME. 

Anyway, my happiness is amazing as always.  Taking a few steps here and there, walking like a champ when you hold his hand -- but drops immediately to the ground if you let go!! Those top teethers are visible, but have no desire to fully come in.  We went to the zoo on Sunday and he had a blast -- but I really think the best part was riding the carousel.  He was loving it!! He had so much fun as the kangaroo he was riding on moved up and down.    He also really liked the Bears (is he my son or what?) and was pointing at them and talking.  He zonked out after on the car ride home.  CUTEST.  Ever.

He's reached that clingy stage a bit -- where he wants to be held or be by me a lot - which I guess is normal for this age, but I don't mind.  I love hugs and kisses from my little guy!  This morning was especially adorable since I had to wake him up and he wasn't quite ready, so I lifted him out of the crib and he immediately put his head on my shoulder to sleep some more.

There is nothing like this feeling.   The feeling of your child so comfortable, so safe, so perfect in your arms, with his or her head on your shoulder.

Anyway, tonight is Coco and I cannot wait.  And PJ -- Mommy loves you more than anything.

As Brad Paisley says, "I thought I loved you then."

I hate teeth.

Seriously.  Teeth have turned my good sleeping, content little boy into a mess at about 1 a.m. when he wakes up screaming bloody murder and will not go back to sleep without me.  These teeth - I can SEE them.  They are RIGHT THERE.  COME OUT ALREADY.  This is ridiculous.  The poor guy.  It's also making his nose run, he's coughing, it's just ridiculous.  PJ and mommy want to sleep again.

Anyway, got some beautiful gerber daisies from my son for mother's day -- he's so thoughtful.  Also enjoyed an excellent dinner at Ruth's Chris, only the best restaurant ever.  All in all, I had a very lovely mother's day weekend.

We're coming up on 18 weeks here. Feeling flutters occasionally, not too often though.  Hoping I feel some kicks soon.  I think it will feel like we're progressing more once there are things like that happening.   I cannot wait for this little one to be here.    I cannot wait to see PJ be a big brother - as worried as I am that PJ will be sad that he has to share mommy, and as scared as I am about loving this little one as much as PJ.  I know that's just normal feelings.    I am trying to push them out of my head.

We are finally going to the zoo this weekend -- I think PJ is gonna have a blast.   He loves the dog, so I am sure he will love the zoo with all the other animals. 

I still think it's a boy.

16 week checkup went well.    Heartbeat is 155 bpm (and depending on what OWT you believe, that could be a boy OR a girl).   I've gained 10 total pounds so far, which I am pretty sure is less than I had gained with PJ at this point, but of course, now I'm chasing around a toddler.   Everything looks good.  Go back at 20 weeks but not for the ultrasound -- gotta wait till 24 weeks for that.  So we still have a good 7 weeks before we confirm my mommy intuition is right.

PJ is still scared to walk on his own, I've tried letting go of his hand and he just plops down.  But he does a great job when he's holding on!! So I am sure it will come soon.  Those teeth are finally peeking out a bit, and we're back to STTN so that is good. Although not sleeping as late, but that's all right.

As for inside baby, I feel a little movement - nothing big, no major kicks or anything, but stuff I notice now is the baby that with PJ I had no clue.  One of the perks of having been through this whole pregnancy thing before.  I am having trouble bending over already, which apparently, according to what I've read, is because since my uterus was already stretched out, the baby is already lower than before, so there you go.   Of course, PJ is luckily in the "it's fun to throw stuff and then I cry if Mommy doesn't pick it up stage" so that rocks the sure shot.