what a difference a year makes.

This photo was taken one year ago today.  I was so tired of being pregnant.  I kept going on walks to try to get something going.  It was really cold that day so my parents and I ended up going over to the conservatory on Belle Isle.  By that time I wasn't going to work anymore because I was so uncomfortable.  And yes, I'm wearing leggings in this photo.  I wore them a lot.  Did I mention how uncomfortable I was by this time last year?  This is one of the few photos I have of me while I was pregnant.  After my life changed in August, I didn't want anyone to take photos of me.  I just felt ugly and gross and it wasn't a time I wanted to remember.  Luckily a few people told me to shut up and smile and I'm so glad they did because I look at them and am amazed at how different and wonderful my life is now!  I don't wear leggings anymore!

 

(Okay here's a small confession, two weeks after Henry was born I was able to get back in my regular clothes.  Yay!  But I kept those damn leggings thinking I could get away with wearing them.  They were soooo comfortable.  But no.  I couldn't.  So I didn't.  I swear.)

And here we are today.  This morning at 5:30 a.m. I was entertaining my almost 1-year-old son with Cheerios towers.  I made the mistake of stacking some Cheerios a couple days ago and now he wants me to do it all the time.  I guess it wasn't a mistake because he loves it but have you ever tried to stack Cheerios up one by one?  It isn't as easy as you might think.  Oh and you have to do it really quickly because a little hand is about to come and knock down your hard work and eat it and then laugh really hard.  My record is a 7 Cheerio tower. I didn't get a photo of it.  Bummer.

And then here is a photo of Henry and his best kitty friend, Barbaro Garbey.  She was just minding her own business watching her chipmunk friend on the front porch when Henry decided to join in on the fun.  He usually likes to watch the chipmunk too but if Barbaro Garbey is there he'd much rather practice "gentle" by smacking her upside the head a few times.  Don't worry, when he gets too rough I yell, "RUN BARBARO!  RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!" and she usually just gives me the stink eye and waddles away.