Quickly, I just took a virtual stroll back in time via this blog. And wow! Things sure have changed.

The first thing I noticed is that I'm turning into one of those 'photo-bloggers'. I don't nearly post as often as I once did, and when I do, I simply upload a cute pic with supporting text, then publish. Yucky. I never intended the blog to turn out this way. Hmmmm. Looks like I need better blog fodder. Perhaps I should get knocked up again? YES! That's the ticket! Jeremy...are ya with me? (Yeah, didn't think so!)

The second thing I noticed is just how damn fast Preston is growing up. Yes, everyone always says it. Heck, I bet I hear it once a week from a fellow parent, or family member. But now I'm seriously taking notice, and just where did the time go? Where did Preston's massive cheeks go? And his chubby hands? And his baby face? And his tiny, baby cry? And his chins...he has only one now? And why doesn't he want to cuddle anymore? When did all this happen?????

The third thing I noticed is the birthday ticker. P'Dub is now closer to being TWO years old, than 1. HUH? In five months, our little tiger will be TWO! Is anyone listening??? TWO. I can't even deal. I want my baby back!

And last, but not least, I noticed how much I miss actually writing. (This kind of ties into my first paragraph.) I used to write about ME. Good ol' me. My feelings. My musings. I used to go deep inside of myself, and yank out the good stuff. But now I mainly write about Preston. And I get that, considering he is my day and night. But I wonder...Is it that I don't have the time OR when I do have the time, I'd rather sit on the couch with a beer? Probably a little bit of both. Maybe the days of well-written, thought-out posts are gone?

Hhhhmmmm. So much to ponder.


1-800-DNA-TEST Not Necessary

It's official. Jeremy IS the father of little P'Dub. :)

In addition to looking alike, both get equally excited about penguins!

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as there are so many options floating around inside my melon, and I just can't narrow it down to one.

Here are a few I've been considering:

A. Shit Happens!
B. P'Dub Blamed It On The Monkey
C. Stay-at-Home Moms Can Have A Bad Monday, Too!
D. What's Wrong With This Picture?
E. But I Don't Have a Pooper Scooper
F. They Don't Mention THIS in Parenting Books!
G. I'd Like A Monday Morning Mulligan Please
H. At Least They Are Solid
I. P'Dub Really Does Give Two Shits About His Crib
J. Diapers Need Combination Locks
K. After Seeing This, Calling P'DUB 'You Little Shit' Is No Longer Appropriate. DANG!
L. Jeremy Will Be Soo Proud
M. I thought "Well, Shit The Bed!" Was Just A Saying
N. Why?