Does anyone out there know when the gross brownish preggo line disappears on my stomach?  The jig is up and I'm ready for it to go away.

Beau is getting baptized tomorrow at Saint Joe and I couldn't be happier.  Ohana time plus being in Rensselaer, IN is pretty much, the perfect little Saturday.

I took Kasia for a much needed walk today and realized that her puppy training has pretty much been shot out the window.  She sucks on the leash.... meaning she pulls the entire time.... even with her pretty pink harness/doggy bra.  Back to square one.

I'm craving a cinnamon roll from Cinnabon right now.

My mother-in-law has the magical touch.  Beau has been giving me the business and fighting sleep.  Little stinker.  Pat has this way of just putting him to sleep.  I bet he does it on purpose just to make me squirm.

It is with a heavy heart that I share some bad news.  My grandmother has cancer..... basically everywhere in her body.  Well, not everywhere.... just in the important parts.  She has been battling illness for roughly 2 years now, so this diagnosis is somewhat of "closure" for our family.

Gram will be spending her time at home, resting comfortably from here on out.  Carrie and I will be making an effort to get home as much as possible with the kids, so Gram has things to look forward to.

With this shitty news, I worry most for my dad, his siblings and my grandpa.

Its that time again.... time for a political rant.  OK, here goes.

People out there..... listen up.  Planned Parenthood is supported by Obama.  The LGBT community is supported by Obama.  Gotta a gay friend?  Is your friend with benefits on the pill (purchased at PP)?  THINK about who you're going to vote for.

One last thing.  Mitt Romney has lived his entire life in very privileged circumstances.  He has no idea what it is like to apply for student loans, receive unemployment......

And finally.... don't air out dirty laundry on Facebook.  No one cares.

If I read one more article about women losing all their baby weight in less than 30 days, I'm going to explode.   OK.... I'm going to get real here.  It's been tough for me adjusting to motherhood and accepting that I don't have a job to go back to.  My self esteem has greatly suffered from the physical changes my body has gone through the past 12 months (10 being pregnant and 2 post-pregnancy).  In short, I feel pretty shitty.

My saving grace has been family and friends.  My parents and sister have been to our house for a visit many times, which is awesome.  So, to review:

1.)  I'm fed up with new moms singing the joys of quick weight loss.  I call bullshit.

2.)  Heidi Klum walking the VS Fashion Show 6 weeks post birth is as real as Tom Cruise being straight.

3.)  I will invent a line of nursing bras and nursing sports bras some day.  Cute ones.  That are supportive.

4.)  Interrupted sleep is exhausting.

5.)  Netflix is awesome.

On another note, I'd like to revisit the term forgiveness.  This may be the toughest life lesson.  I'm not saying FORGET.... just forgive.  I'm struggling with this lesson--  Any helpful hints is greatly appreciated.

While on their last visit, the fam and I hit up the Morton Arboretum.  Below is a Greta montage:

Blessings.  I'm so blessed to have Adrienne Keeble Petersen in my life.  Best friend, maid of honor and friend who is also parenting an 8-week old baby.  Our path continue to weave together and I love it.  She made the trip out from the city, baby Ford in tow.... Adrienne is a true pal.  We walked the babies then spent the rest of the afternoon on my couch, nursing the kids, changing poopie diapers, listening to baby farts and discussing how much we love Joe Biden.

Beau is growing in leaps and bounds.  8 weeks to the day he was borked into the world.  Compared to baby Ford, baby Shep is a monster cake.  What a chunker.  I guess my breast milk is whole milk and not skim.  I'm not going to apologize for the smooshiness because I like a little meat on the baby's bones..... and legs rolls and leg nuts.

Side note-- From this point on, I no longer support the Boy Scouts of America.  This organization does not support the gay community and thus, can kiss my ass.

Winners of the Week:  Tina's Closet.  Located in downtown Lisle, Miss Tina fits women with any/all bra predicaments.  Me, for example: a good nursing bra.  Done and done.  Another bonus?  Tina is willing to teach me all she knows about bra fitting so I, some day, can possibly open my own bra store.  Wondering what the heck I'm talking about?  One of my dreams is to provide a line of GOOD and SUPPORTIVE sports bras for regularly shaped women (not size 0).  Think jogging with a pair of 34D's... not fun with a shitty sports bra.  No me gusta.

I'm getting my hair cut and colored tomorrow.  Any suggestions is appreciated.

Beau's first smile, while doing the finale dance from "Little Miss Sunshine."

I need not elaborate.

My rendition of the neighbor's foster puppy (named Magic), who has a chronic lung infection.  The darn pup is going to end up with an oxygen tank if it doesn't get better soon.... I swear.  A bike flag is a fast wagging tail.

I have the worst mommy brain.  I think I may be suffering from a mild case of Alzheimer's.  No joke.  I couldn't remember the words garbage disposal.  WTF.

Obsessions:

-The Tartanscot blog.  Love.  The author of the blog, Scot Meacham Wood is an amaze balls decorator and if by chance I win the lottery, he is coming to my home and doing an overhaul.  Plaids, tweeds, tartans, and all thing Ralph Lauren, SMW is a design genius.  Check out the blog.  It's totally my style.

-The television show Rescue Me.  Denis Leary is hilarious.  If I were a man, living in NYC as a firefighter, I'd have his character's personality.  Tommy Gavin-- minus the alcoholism, cheating and filthy conscience.  Also, the supporting cast is hilariously colorful.

-Making up ridiculous songs to sing to my son while in the car.  Beau hates the car.  So, I must deflect the hatred with songs.  Also, my voice blows ass.  If I don't cause him to go deaf by the age of 1, he will at least have a sweet dossier of tunes.

-Not having a maternity leave.  I love that I don't have a job to return to.  There is no way I would've been ready to head back to the office.  No way.  Beau is far too soft and smoothy for work right now.

Things I'm NOT obsessed with:

-Bitchy people who play the "whoa me" role.  Talk about #1 on my Pet Peeve list.... said people royally piss me off.  I won't mention names however, there is a certain someone who strikes my hottest, most sensitive nerve.  This person needs to get punched in the throat followed by a talking to by my twin sister (who rules at comebacks).  Newsflash-- life isn't easy, so stop being disillusioned by the thought that your life is the hardest.

-Lack of sleep.  Beau doesn't sleep for 7 hours straight.  Duh.

-Not having a job (see my last obsession).  A bit stressful on the pocketbook.  Also, how in the hell am I suppose to have SMW decorate my house with only one income?  Just kidding.

Above is Beau and I laying on the front knoll of Saint Joe in Rensselaer, IN.  It was Homecoming last weekend and Beau experienced his first day as a Puma.  I was yelling at my mom to take the darn picture.  Notice how fat my ass is and the fact that I'm wearing maternity jeans.  Holler.