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"Mommy I'm Happy"

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For some reason, my pregnancy seemed to actually be going by fairly quickly until I hit week 17 and now I feel like I've been at a standstill. Why does life get like that? Finding out the gender just makes me think about week 40 and how much further my belly has to go? I'm not sure. I don't really want to rush the holiday seasons, but since when does March give us something to look forward to? Baby Smith - he's what's up. We're not talking names, really talking names, until around then, so just let it go. What else can distract me? How to rearrange their room? Diaper deals (oh heavens I have to buy those again!!). Photo possibilities. Boy clothes. Figuring out what to do about a double stroller... I guess just enjoying our time giving all of our attention to Lexi. All the things we enjoy now that she is big enough, we need to squeeze in before the 1-1 dates make that an only possibility. Any way, I'm almost at week 19 waiting on week 20. That's about how it goes. At least the weather is perfect. And her cuteness keeps me going every day.

Her antics from the week: Insisting that she wears her princess Elsa dress to the grocery store. Insisting that she paint my toe nails during General Conference. And getting upset over nothing this week. When those times come, I typically tell her we can't go where she'd like to go until she is happy. Especially when she is still whining as I'm holding her - aka I don't do that. I let her hash out those toddler hormones and then she comes to me when she is ready to go. It took her about 10 minutes after getting upset with me for taking a picture in the mirror (aka I probably wasn't giving her enough attention) - 10 minutes of wallering in my bed with the whine/cry until finally she said "mommy I'm happy. We go to grandma's"

PS - a few days later I found a secondary molar had erupted. So perhaps she has her reasons.




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