Hells Bells

Her and I? We aren't THAT much alike.

Indeed, we butt heads a lot.

She's picky about everything. She has enough attitude to fill the Grand Canyon. And patience? She has none.

Yesterday after school, when we got into the car, I immediately started switching radio stations, hoping to find something that wouldn't cause her to pout.

As soon as I flipped the station she yells, "Hey! Put it back on that one. With the weird bells."

I obeyed, just happy to not have to listen to Lady Gaga for the hundredth time this week.

After listening for about a minute, she tells me from the backseat, "This is definitely my new favorite."

The song?

Yep. 

Her penchant for classic rock? That makes her 100% mine.

IV Chronicles - {23 weeks}

Earlier this evening, after le husband returned from his work trip, I caught him taking a second glance at my belly as I walked by him. 

He said something to the effect of..."you look really pregnant."

Apparently my belly grew an enormous amount in four days. 

Nothing really new to report. Just a blazing amount of heartburn and a couple meltdowns over my clothes no longer fitting.

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I'm quickly learning the way to my daughter's heart is through anything pink and sparkly. She's currently having a love affair with a new pair of shoes.

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TGIF.

Flashback.

This sweet, squishy girl here?

I'm going pick up her kindergarten registration packet tomorrow.

I've managed to put it off for over two weeks. 

I'm just not ready.

I'm not ready, I'm not ready, I'm not ready.