- Matthew, after a night of sleeping from 9pm-5am (bliss!), was Mr. Fusspot McCrankypants, waking up repeatedly and for good around 5AM this morning, and didn’t nap at all until I wore him in a wrap to the grocery store.

+ Matthew discovered himself in the mirror today and smiled up a storm! And then we promptly bathed him, read Goodnight Moon, nursed him into a milk coma, and then he fell right asleep. Thank goodness.

- The grocery cart I got at Dominick’s had a bum wheel, which annoyed the ever living shit out of me as it decided to jerk throughout the entire store.

+ The produce manager saw me struggling with a cart full of groceries and got me a cart that worked and transferred all of my groceries into the new cart. Love. Love.

- Josh and I had a stupid argument about whether or not fresh produce was perishable. SERIOUSLY! Silly argument! And it’s not even an argument because we were both cranky from crankybabywrangling.

+ Diet Pepsi. Ice. Yum.

- While I was unloading the groceries, Ava was frantically licking the air. “Maybe she’s going to vomit,” I said to Josh. He scoffed. This is one argument I wish I didn’t win. The two piles of puke were horrendously disgusting. I suffered mild morning sickness during my pregnancy with Matthew and the urge to puke when I was cleaning up Ava’s vomit was 100x stronger than anything the morning sickness tossed my way.

+ I baked cookies. Josh made portobello rellenos.

- Maternity leave is up soon.

+ I am down three pounds.

And a picture behind the jump.