What do you do?

What do you do when you find yourself at the grocery store with three crying kids?

Answer: Start crying yourself!!

That was me at the store today. I think everyone was wondering," what was wrong with HER and HER KIDS! ARGH!!

Feeling Old!!

I don't know if y'all know this but my husband loves old school rap. The underground stuff- not the catchy stuff we used to listen to in high school, or what's played on 92.5. Q-Tip from a Tribe Called Quest was at the Gallivan Center last night and Nick wanted to go. I was up for going- something to do instead of sitting on the couch, sounded nice. We arrived downtown- and there were a few hundred people- not too many- not too crowded. It was nice- good people watching, but then the crowds started arriving, and my personal space was being crowded and it hit me- we are old!!- look at all these young things walking around in their "coolest urban attire", getting as close to the stage and the speakers as they could- wearing high heels and standing for hours on end. I used to be one of those girls- going to concerts- hanging with the crowd- not caring how loud, the music was, and how close people were standing next to me- feeling that vibrating rhythm resonate through my bones. What happened to me?? I am tired of standing, I am sick of cigarette smoke wafting around me, my head feels as though it is going to break open, and if one more person bumps into me, I might scream! At what point do we cross that line and become our parents?? Actually, I don't think either of my parents would be caught dead at a rap concert- but you know what I mean. When do our insides and our brains decide, Damn! I am too old for this!? I was glad we went, it was fun, but my aching head, pounding ears and bloodshot eyes this morning made me think- Wow, I can't deny it anymore- I am old!!

Lara

Private

Should I go ahead and make the blog private and send invites out to our friends? It seemed like everyone thought we should make it private when I asked. What do you all think?

Not pregnant...

Oh man, I have missed out on the blog for a while. I haven't posted on my own blog for over two months. Emily did I miss the bikini shot?
I have enjoyed catching up on the dialouge.

What are you supposed to do when you are not pregnant but people keep asking you when your baby is due? Since this has been a problem since the cookie incident at EFY I'm not sure even a plastic surgeon could help me at this point.

This is some of the favorite comments:
"Three kids and one on the way?"
"It's that time of year when all the pregnant ladies are out"
"So, what number is this?"(pointing to the tummy)

It's always a toss up in the wardrobe department. Do you where a tight fitting shirt that just makes your fat stomach look fatter, or you do wear a loose fitting shirt that then makes you look like you are wearing maternity clothes. Oh the battle of my life...

This is what my bikini picture would look like!!!