Babies, babies, and duuuuuke

Remember how I told you how 3 of my besties were knocked up with little hooligans of their own? Well 2 of them went into labor yesterday!! Sucks for them!WHOOP WHOOP! Kiss your life goodbye ladies, because it's all downhill from here! Burn the skinny jeans and embrace the yoga pants!! I kid. I joke. Relax....oh, and breeeeathe....he he hoooo

I'm so happy to say that my lady, we shall call her Miss E, delivered at noon a beautiful and healthy baby guuuurl. I'll reveal photos and info and that fun stuff another day, I want mama to get first dibs at that! But man....she's going to be one gooooorgeous little girl...I'm gonna have to lock up my boys in a few years!

And my other lady, Miss B, is STILL laboring!!! Over 24 hours!! UGGHHHHHH shoot me in the face. AND she's already over a WEEK overdue. That dear woman.....she deserves an award. Or at least an ice cold Red Bull and a back rub. But Miss B is the epitome of patience, truly she is. Her story isn't mine to tell, but this baby has been a long time in the making....8 years or so....so I guess another day isn't too long to wait...right?

Who the freak am I kidding???? YES IT IS!!! Buuuuuut at least the hospital cafeteria has some awesome food. Blech. I'm trying to find a bright side to this....ohhhh here's one....just think of how cute baby Ryder will be when he's spitting up on these.....

{adorable burp rags made by Kristen}

Bright side. Found it! But for real, I'm so stoked to go snuggle on some sweet babies and give them back when I'm done!! HA! Lucky for me they both live down the street so I can get my baby fix anytime....because apparently Little Miss Presley has decided that she wants to grow up.

Sigh.

I can't talk about it. It's really a sore subject right now. I've tried to talk reason into her, but she won't listen. And to make things worse, she's decided that she wants to....TALK! That's right, Presley knows her first word. She's been copying sounds for quite some time, but this is her first WORD. When she says it she knows EXACTLY who she wants. And it's NOT Mom. It's not even Dad! Nope. It's Duke. Who's Duke, you're asking? Ahem. He's my mother's DOG. Mmmmhmm. Her mangy mutt. So here she is ladies and gents...Little Miss Presley saying her first word.. *tear*

PS- after the whole pill fiasco with Mason we decided to go back to his old medicine...yeah...nice. I'm glad we scarred our son for life all for NOTHING!