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I had a GNO tonight for some friends birthdays.  It was so fun, and I'm wondering how come I'm such a good wife that I missed out on the movie so John could go play basketball...?

Almost every leader I serve in YW with is pregnant, and I'm jealous.

I'm not baby hungry, but I wish I were pregnant.

I think that last sentence just made a bunch of women (including my sister) gag.

I have a really weird pain right now.  My hair hurts.

I found a new blog yesterday and I wasted hours reading it.  I wish I was Katie.  In another life maybe.

I feel stronger now, more than ever that I HAVE to adopt from Africa.  I'm working on getting John on board.

Speaking of adoption from Africa, WHY is everyones first question when they see us with Naomi, "where is she from?"  Umm, what do they want me to say?  America?  West Valley?  She is from HERE, just like YOU!  Just because she is black does not mean she is African.  Have you ever thought about that?  I usually tell people she was born here, but her birth mother was from Maryland.  They always look so surprised.  People are weird.

I went on a new birth control to help with some issues, and I think it is making me tired, and emotional.  It could be one reason I'm writing this blog post.

I had one of my former Laurels write my brother on his mission.  It was his first letter from a girl and I think I'm his hero.  I will hold it over his head forever.

I took a bath earlier and ate PEZ.  Just out of the wrapper.  Because I don't need a Hello Kitty dispenser, I just like the candy.

I think I have carpal tunnel.  My right hand hurts almost all the time.

I'm excited for Fall.  But Naomi will have no clothes when it gets cold outside.  Kids are expensive.

John and I just booked flights to go to Florida next month.  I'm sure it will be fun, but I get nauseous just thinking about leaving my kids.  Seriously.  

I think not wanting to leave my children probably means I should do it more often.

I never told you (blog readers) but when my sister was here for Naomi's sealing, we went to Krispy Kreme in Layton.  We went through the drive thru, ordered half a dozen doughnuts, and when we pulled up to the window to get them and pay, she handed them to me and said "don't worry about it".  They were free.  For absolutely no reason.  It was the weirdest thing ever.

My kids had back to back well baby visits last week and had to get 4 shots EACH.  It was the saddest thing ever.  Sometimes being a mommy breaks my heart.

Boston is talking a ton more these days, and today my favorite word he says is "cookie".

I'm going to make John rub my feet when he gets home.  I just decided.

We got our first letter from Naomi's birth mother last week.  I was so so happy to finally hear back from her, but it was heart breaking.  She sent a few pictures and we finally got to see her daughter, almost 3, who is Naomi's full sister.  I hope we get to meet her someday.

I love adoption, and I am so thankful that I have witnessed it's miracles first hand.  But adoption is complicated.  We are entering a new realm in this process, without a road map for our relationship with Kristina.  It's tricky.  

I was snuggling Naomi after she had her immunizations last week, and buying some Tylenol in the pharmacy and this strange woman started asking me bizarre questions about her.  "Where is she from, (figures) how old is she, is she crawling", etc, then she noticed her ears are pierced and she said - "OH, her ears are pierced.  That is so cute.  Does she like it?"  DOES SHE LIKE IT?  Ya, lady.  She is 7 months old and she loves it. What a freak.

I realized today that we had a baby in 2008, a baby in 2009, and there will be no baby in 2010.  And probably not 2011 either.  Sad.  Will I last that long?

I guess I am holding Naomi back a little, developmentally.  Almost 7 months and still not eating baby food (not even rice cereal, besides that one time) and I am not encouraging any crawling or scooting.  With my first, I was so anxious for new things, but with her, I'm happy to keep her baby-ish for as long as possible.

A few friends from my past have found me on facebook recently.  Looking at pictures of them, not married and not mothers, showed me how much I have aged in the last 4 years, but last 2 particularly.  Man, kids have really done a number on me.  

I'm pretty sure all this arbitrary information just gave you a pretty good glimpse of the random thoughts that go through my head on a regular day.  

I probably need to get out more.

Oh, but want to see something cute?

This is what playtime looks like, and no diapers can contain my baby's booty.

For real.