ice scream, you scream...

We all scream for ice cream!  The boys are well aware that I am pregnant and what comes along with it.  A really boring, tired, impatient, hungry, large mama.  This all goes away right when baby comes, right?!  When dad works at night we feast on Dino Nuggets or Beefaroni - whichever their distinguished palette wants and then we have dessert.  Usually ice-cream, because I like to pretend it helps with my unbelievable heart burn.  Jackson even looked through the coupon book and marked the ice-cream pages.  Like mother, like son.

Mama's pregnant and we know it!

Nothing to see here... Everything is under control... Oh you are going to sit in the other room... you should see them when they aren't being good.