Playing in the street

Harlowe is thirteen months, it seems like I over did it at thirteen months. Dustin was at work so it was a lazy day at home, trying to occupy her time. Harlowe loves to play in the dirt and she even partakes in some dirt pie. I don't know what is wrong with this girl but she puts anything and everything in her mouth. I thought it was a phase but it is still here to stay. And it never fails when we go to the park she will put at least two little pebbles with some tire sheds in her mouth. If your wondering about the tire sheds, our neighborhood park is cushioned with old tires, yum.

I have gotten over it real quick about trying to tell her to spit it out of her mouth. Because two minutes later she will put some more in her mouth, what's a girl to do. I know my mother will be utterly disgusted but a little dirt never hurt anyone, right?

                                                     See mom, look am my dirt clog!

I love her little belly, I could eat her up. She loves, loves, loves to be outside. She got a pink push car from my brother and his family (really his wife picked it out, ha) and every time we go outside she will just sit in it even if we are not going anywhere. She just wants to cruise around town in that thing. Dustin thinks I should jog with her in the car but I think not.

                                                     Getting some leaves off her feet.

I guess this is a good time to let everyone know that Dustin and I are expecting a new addition to the family. I am almost five months pregnant and we are expecting a baby boy in July. We are excited, scared and have so many mixed emotions. Dustin has always wanted two children but when the time came we were both like two kids, yikes. Having one baby is so easy, I don't know how we are going to maneuver two.

I always admire those mom's you see in the grocery store with two little ones, just sitting in the cart, content. Of course Harlowe is the one trying to cart surf in HEB. I have to bribe her with donuts or food to make her sit down.

Or the babies that sit in the high chair at restaurants, just looking around taking in the scene. Although Harlowe is the one crying and bucking out of the high chair. So mainly I am trying to eat my food with her on my lap trying not to get food on her head. When I leave restaurant's, I have most of the food on my shirt or pants because I either drop it or Harlowe smears it on me. I know somethings got to give but all in due time, right God, ha. Please pray for us, ha.

I am just savoring all the time I have with Harlowe because I know it will be a big change for her and for me, mostly me, ha.