These Feet Were Made For Walkin'

I've had some much needed detox after the May challenge. The kind that actually took me out into the world, exploring the sights and sounds and heat of Austin. It's been grand, but I've missed this little space all the same. The challenge in May created such a fantastic community that now, without our daily posts, I'm feeling a bit of a hole. I miss you ladies. I'll eventually figure out this whole blogging and living balance.

In the meantime, I'll keep enjoying the little nugget, who's not quite so little anymore.

Take a peak at the following:

{excuse me for the hyena-esque cackle at the end. i'm not one to contain excitement well.}

And so dawns a new decade of babydom. Time to batten down the hatches, P-man. 

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A Rant and A Scaphoid... What?

Day 22/31 - Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel. 

*Disclaimer: This rant will be kept short and sweet because I have more important things on my blog agenda today. Three in fact, so stick around.*

Friends-

There are many reasons to hate insurance companies- many, many, MANY- but right now I'd like to talk about the fact that they can choose whether or not to offer maternity benefits. And that the entire state of Texas has opted OUT of offering any benefits. So basically, if you get pregnant in Texas without group coverage from a job, you are SOL, my friends, S.O.L. 

Why had I not known this before? Why were women and men and politicians and children's rights advocates not banging down doors to get it? Pro-life or pro-choice, this should matter. This should be a unifying fight. Women's health matters, fetus' health matters, and I'm not even asking for it to be covered for all as a basic human right. I'm just asking for insurance companies to OFFER to have it covered, you know, because the whole being pregnant thing is kind of important to sustain the human race. I'm pretty sure Texas isn't doing this for population control, either...

My husband is a contractor. His industry has made drastic shifts to this employment method. It's great in some ways, and sucks in others. But the worst suckage is them making it apparent that we shouldn't have another baby, because a healthy delivery will cost $15,000. And that's HEALTHY. uuuggggghhhbkhkbgghhhhh... 

And while I'm itching to rant more, I promised short. It just makes me mad. Very, very mad. 

THE END.

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Now for the fun stuff.

(sorry for the poor quality videos. dang snap chat.)

First up....
Either I can't enunciate or Siri knows about my friend's stripper career that she's kept under wraps.
Her male stripper career, that is.

She may be many things, but a Scaphoid Cowboy she is not.
(Or is she...?)


Next we have...
Me getting a little excited last night watching Dancing With The Stars.
We're proud of you Jacoby. You did us proud. 

(I'm also proud of my coordinated leg weaving with the stars. I think I've found my calling.)

And finally...

 Our farewell to Mr. P's 70's pornstache.

I will treasure these forever. 

Forever and ever. 

Aaaand ever. 

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Weekly Photos- 17 & 18

And with these, we are now up to date! Check out the double wrist roll. It's like a scrumptious freshly baked bun. yummmmmies.

He had his four month appointment the other day and is 85% in length and 50% (14 lb 12 oz) in weight. Right where that little munchkin should be!

And as a cute little extra, here is a video from Declan's first swim class a few weeks ago. I love taking him to these baby classes, whether here or yoga or music, just to have a fun baby community, but it totally takes me to the Babies documentary when the little hippy baby in California is trying to make a break for it from the music class as everyone sings all sweetly. I'll enjoy his immobility while I can. :)

(To see past photos, click here!)

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A Morning Chuckle

Not his best, but he gets a bit shy for the camera. His laugh is like an elusive puma in the jungle. Which, by the way, my dad and I were convinced that one was once running towards us in Costa Rica. Not sure what to do as this golden beast made it's way through the lush foliage, we froze. (Always a good plan for attacks.) As it got closer our excitement and fear mounted. With cameras ready and prayers said, we came to find that it was... the local farmer's golden retriever. womp, womp, womp.

But hey, I bet you've never seen a dog in the jungle. Just sayin'...

Enjoy your day with lots of giggles. And stripes. Apparently they are very in at this abode.

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