Until the arrival of Baby Brogan #3. I will try to update this as soon as I can to get the information out to everyone...who reads this at least. I'm a little nervous, but mostly ready to have the whole thing (pregnancy, c-section, etc.) over with. I think anyone who says they enjoy their last month of pregnancy is either crazy or lying. But that is just my opinion.
Ben and Maddie got new beach balls to play with today. Of course, these are for play in the house as it is March in Iowa and there isn't nary a beach in sight...nor will the weather be cooperative for several more weeks. However, Maddie's beach ball is just about as big as she is and Ben has taken it upon himself to introduce her to the harsh reality that she is a lot smaller than he is. Several times to night he ran into her with his beach ball, pretty much just to knock her down. Finally, Matt took away the beach ball and said he couldn't have it back unless he promised to not hit Maddie with it anymore. So, he asked "Ben, are you going to hit Maddie with this ball anymore?", to which Ben promptly answered "Yes" (three times, they had this conversation). So, at least Ben is honest...by the way, he didn't get the beach ball back.
One other small tidbit about Ben's brutal honesty involves a picture of me immediately following his birth. We were having such a feel good moment, looking back at pictures of when he was born, in which he likes to say "I'm a little tiny baby" (which to the untrained ear comes out as "I have diabetes"). But as he looked at a picture of me holding him right after my c-section he promptly pointed at me and said...Grandma Laura. Yep, you better believe no one is snapping any shots of me after this c-section until I at least get to brush my hair:)
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