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Take that, Blogger

Apparently, whatever issue my blogger tried to have with me posting pictures is resolved because I just posted a ton of them!!!

I was too cheap to pay their stupid monthly fee for pictures so they have up on me and just let me post then anyways...

I should mention after my last post where I am super proud of my post baby body that even though I am back to my pre baby weight that I am not nearly as confident about myself. Lots of insecurities have crept in...

Two and a half years ago (precisely when I gave birth the first time), the aging process apparently kicked into high gear. I look back at pictures and I looked like a baby still. Even though I was 30. But now, the gray hair and wrinkles and bags under my eyes have me looking 10 years older.

No more getting ID'ed for R-rated movies or spray paint. I look like I could get my AAA membership any day now and discounts at all the local buffets.

Complicating the situation even further is that my poor breasts are now open to a second booby buffet patron, I generally smell like baby bodily fluids and I haven't bought new clothes in 3+ years due to being either pregnant or nursing for that long.

So, Paisley is learning name-calling and teasing already. She has always called my mom "doo-doo", but now she calls her "doo-doo poopy pants". And then she laughs at herself with her cute little hand over her mouth like she's super proud of herself.

Where does this come from?!? She has such a sense of humor already and it is so much fun! I love her imagination and ornery personality!!! This may be the reason for my aging...

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  1. UnknownJanuary 22, 2013 at 1:22 PM

    I just turned 30, but I really feel like I'm aging SO much fast than my kid-less friends! Must be the lack of sleep!

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