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Enlighten Me

Wow, it's been a while since I have posted. We have been really busy and the moments we weren't busy, I was too exhausted to write. I hope you all are doing okay.

I can't believe I'll be 28 this year! What?! I am definitely excited about getting closer to 30. I believe 30 is an age of enlightenment for a woman. Everything seems to be so clear and defined. She knows herself, she is confident, sexy and not afraid to speak up. I feel a little bit of that now, but I look forward to that true awareness in 2 years. Now don't talk to me after age 30 because I don't know how I'm going to feel about that! LOL! Shoot, if we're gonna have another baby, we better start next year! I don't want to be 30 and pregnant (Not that it is a problem. It's just not my preference). The other day Desi was looking at a picture of a baby on his diaper box. He was talking to the baby. He very happily said, "Hold my hand baby." Then he said, "That's my baby mommy." I felt a little sadness tugging at my heart. In that moment, I saw flashes of Desi talking to stuffed animals and pictures on boxes throughout his childhood. He needs a brother or sister. After claiming that child on the box his own, Desi then says, "I want broder mommy." I was surprised he said that, so I had to ask him again for affirmation. Yes, that's exactly what my little 2-year-old said. What in the world does he know about that?! There was that tug at my heart again. But there is so much to consider. When I even say "baby," my poor husband gets as nervous as a cat in a room full of dogs! I don't know. I guess we shall see.

Well, let me get back to watching Curious George with baby boy. I love Fridays!!!

Night Night!

P.S. Please watch this cute little video!

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