I'm putting that on my business card.

Me at 1:30: "Fletcher hasn't pooped in a day. He's going to poop when you guys are on the road this afternoon."

Andy at 2:30: "You are a poop psychic."

8dpo

I feel majorly nauseated yet hungry which was my main condition when pregnant with Fletcher and I test this weekend so please pray there's a little bean attached to me this time thanks bunches

Now here's my son laughing at a rubber ball it makes me laugh you should laugh too it's good for you

Happy Birthday to Daddy

Yesterday was Andy's birthday. Fletcher tried to wake daddy up extra early by babbling and crawling all over him in bed. When that didn't work, he got up close to his face and then proceeded to slap him multiple times in the cheek. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.

Birthdays aren't exciting when you're a parent approaching the start of your fourth decade. There was no surprise party or balloons,  no big pile of presents or even 24 hours of complete relaxation. As someone who doesn't have much affection for cake, he didn't even have candles to blow out.

What he had was us.

And he was happy.

Why I bought Facetime for my work computer

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21 months (and 9 days) old

Pictures from his 21-month-day trip to the park with daddy:

Happy 21 Months!

OMG IT'S A PARK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

THIS ISN'T WORKING

Shoveling:

Laughing at Humpty Dumpty and Aunt Alyssa:

Okay, I got shoes on. That means we're going outside, right?

loving grandma

loving cheese puffs in a can

joining his new friend Emma at the piano

When you're trying to cook, and your toddler is hanging on you and screaming at you, and then you ruin the food, throw the plate on the floor. Win-win:

Miserable Sick Faces:

     

a shared love of ribbon

extension cords & spilled cheerios

Oh, it's not time to play in the sink? Really? Maybe you should tell that to my PINK STEP STOOL. Burn!

Thanks to a snow storm, we all had a sleepover at Grandma and Grandpa Simpson's last night, which was good practice for next weekend when Andy and I are in a wedding and he'll have his first night without us. Or, perhaps more significantly, we'll have our first night without him.

Coming soon: a photo journal of the many messy projects we've attempted daily to keep the boy busy and learning.

Hope with me?

I haven't made a big secret of the fact that we are trying to conceive a baby, not like last time when it was all cloak and dagger into the second trimester.

We're trying to have a baby.

We've been trying for 10.5 cycles.

We had a chemical pregnancy back in October.

It's a roller coaster of highs and lows and today is definitely a HIGH, as yesterday was seven days after ovulation (right around the time that a potential baby would implant in my uterus) and I had some nice bright red spotting, which has only one explanation I know of: implantation.

I want so badly to be pregnant again. I feel like this is it. I've felt this way before, though, and it's driving me to insanity knowing that in a few days I could very well be starting over again, as has become our habit. Hope... hope... HOPE... Aaaaaaand failure.

But this time around, there's no reason we need to be alone. Hope with me, won't you? I can see no downside to having a few cheerleaders.