I have been having a ton of random thoughts this week none worthy of a whole blog post so I decided to just write how my brain moves.  Short.  Sweet.  To the point.

I like being a girl.  If not for the awesome ability to be a mom, it is for the ability to have lunch with my friends.  A guy can't go to lunch with a friend to chit chat without people assuming that they are on an awkward first date.  Two girls can share some chips and salsa, exchange emotion filled glances, share a tear or two when called for and no one second guessed their sexuality.  It appears as if the only way two men can have lunch together without people passing judgement is if they are both donning Carharts or camouflage.  Then again, I'm guessing most guys have zero interest in having a lunch date unless there is beer, football, and women involved. 

I have wanted blinds in my living room windows for at least the last 6 months.  In the afternoons, while I adore sunshine, it is blinding and makes the couple hours of Joey's naptime very challenging to enjoy.  So last night we went to Lowe's to buy blinds.  We picked them out, came home, and hung them.  Well, by "them" I mean one.  The other set of blinds had been cut to a shorter width, put back into the box, and sold to us.  They weren't going to work.  So this morning Doug went to a different Lowe's (mostly because it was close to a Starbucks) and exchanged them.  When he returned with the coffee, he put the new blinds on the couch next to me and I instantly knew they weren't right.  They were twice as dark as the ones that were already up.  After a bit of denial, Doug finally agreed that I was right.  It was at this moment that I heard Doug almost drop an F bomb.  So, I volunteered to take a quick run back for the right color.  To make a long story short... I get to the return counter and tell the lady that I need to exchange the blinds.  Her response is, "Is there something wrong with them?" 

I answered, "Well, not with these exactly but the first set..."

She interrupted me with this.  "Just tell me yes or no.  I am not a bartender without the booze."

So yeah.  Nice huh?

Not my dog but c'mon... who can resist this face?

My third random rambling is about pregnancy.  You didn't think I was going to write a whole post and not mention something related to fertility did ya?  I decided today that all of us get cheated out of the first 3-4 weeks of pregnancy.  Since we can't know that we are pregnant until we are 3 1/2 or 4 weeks in, we just get credited with those days.  But we don't even get to marvel at the amazing changes our body has undergone to grow this human inside of us.  We just get to look back and say, "Wow.  My body did that!"  This cycle I am going to enjoy the first three weeks of pregnancy that we never pay attention to.  Today I am officially one week pregnant.  I may not get past four weeks but I want to enjoy every last second of my next (or this!) pregnancy. 

I feel like I have so much going on but simply nothing to write about.  At least nothing that most of you would find interesting so I have decided that I am going to do some random weekend thoughts. 

• No parenting magazine, or veteran mother could have prepared me for how disgusted I would be to find a booger wall while making my son's bed.  
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• I love that a diaper company has started making diapers that pull up for those squirmy babies.  That is, until I realized that a diaper that pulls up is not going to make diaper changes any easier when your baby likes to contort himself into a sideways handstand while his bottom is covered in poop.  Holding a child such that wiping is able to be completed,  and them strapping a diaper onto him is no harder than putting on something with leg holes.  
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• Buying pregnancy tests with two kids in tow is about as awkward as buying an 3 gallon bucket of Vaseline.  
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• A few days ago I was driving through the mall area of the next closest city.  In the middle of all of the restaurants, bars, gas stations, Target and Kohls, is a very shiny and ornate building.  Years and years ago, it had once been a Chinese restaurant where I was a bartender.  It now houses a strip club.  I kid you not when I say that, at one time, they still served Chinese food out the back door.  Not shocked when that didn't last long.  But I digress... Gavin asked me this week, "What's that place?!"  I stuttered, stammered, choosing my words wisely, "It is some sort of restaurant, I think."  As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I wish I would have considered that Gavin might want to go to a shiny, pretty restaurant.  Then, thankfully Gavin corrected me and pointed again.  This time he said, "No mom! The one with the blue sign.  What's THAT place?" "Oh!  That place is a Goodyear.  They change tires."  Phew!  I have already decided that if Gavin wants to go the the shiny restaurant I will tell him that they only serve vegetables.  
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• With as much as I want Gavin to be completely independent in the bathroom, the thought of him wiping AND being responsible for washing his hands adequately is petrifying.  
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•  I am thoroughly convinced that Joey sneaks out of his crib at night and digs with his fingers in the garden.  I also don't understand how it is that I don't notice any of the dirt until we have left the house.  A lot like the fact that my kids look clean to me when I put them in the car.  Once arriving somewhere, that is when I notice their hair is standing up in the back, they have sticky faces from breakfast, and there is some unidentifiable stuff between the baby's fingers. That might be why I choose to go to Walmart.  We'll blend in.  
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• I'm ready for a vacation.