Seasons of love

I was trying to get at the concept of being in a new season of life with the title of this post. But before I get all preggers-emotional and have "Seasons of Love" from Rent stuck in my head all night, I think I'll move on.

Sooooo much new stuff around here!! Gabby spent her first real night away from both parents. In fact, she spent three with MawMaw and PawPaw. We were definitely more concerned about it than she was. Here's a shot of Gabby and her third cousin Cole playing at his house in Charlotte. Grandmas take you to do cool stuff like that, ya know.


Here's me at 20 weeks, in a new season of pregnancy that is nausea-free. It's about time for a baby bump shot, right? I'm sorry for previous generations who did not have the term "baby bump" to make them feel slightly glamorous, nor did they have cute maternity clothes. God bless you. Pregnancy is hard enough without hating your clothes and how you fit in them. I've heard the stories.

Ah! I just realized that I haven't announced on the blog... We're having a boy! I love Erin Ussery's name for him (until we announce whatever he will be called - NOT Tyrone): Little Boy Bluetz. So cute. I woke up the other day and had two names that I liked. No, I'm not telling. We don't plan to share the name until he's born. We're not being hateful. It's just a measure of self-protection, because some people cannot keep their very strong opinions to themselves, and I just prefer not to know who hates the name we chose.



Gabby has her first cousin on the Wells side. Meet Jackson Ray Meadows. Gabby said, "Ummm. I think I have to hold him forever." Either she really liked him, or she wasn't sure how to get him off her lap. Check out the red-hot fingernails. Aunts do cool stuff like that.









First day of preschool! Ironically, it was her britches that were too big for her on this all-important day. "3T" means so many things to so many people. Anyway, despite the oversized outfit, preschool was a success. Starting daycare, not so much. It's not that she hates it. She just sobs when I drop her off. Yes, it's normal, but no less heartbreaking. And yes, she stops crying two minutes after I leave, but that doesn't keep me from making ugly faces as I boohoo on the way to work. It's not helping that work is only a mile and a half away. No time to pull myself together!









I should have bought the bottle of Dimetapp before I even took her to the daycare. It's impossible to go to daycare and not pick up some germs right off. Impossible. So, here's Gabby about an hour ago, chilling after her bath. No, not chilling. Warming. I even made her some quasi-hot tea. I wonder if that helps when you're two. Hmm.

To top all of this off, the FDA has now labeled me a bad mom for giving my kid half a dose of Dimetapp without asking our pediatrician. My mom gave it to us, and I was grateful. I can't begrudge Gabby two hours of a non-dripping nose just because ... Okay, that is a serious lightning storm that just dropped out of nowhere. Gotta go.