I'm sorry to disappoint anyone who reads my five fact friday, but it's going to have to be minimized to one fact each Friday. I am running out of facts about myself. I guess I'm not as interesting as I thought I was when I conceived this plan. Wait...there is a fact right there. Is it concieved or conceived? I promise you I don't know the "i before e except after c" rule. That rule is weird to me and I don't get it. I'm not going to lie.

FACT Friday

My friend Kristen got me thinking about the fact I wanted to share about myself this week. She heard on the radio this morning things that just drive people crazy or give you the heebie jeebies. Mine is totally the feeling of cotton on your tongue. I went to the dentist Tuesday and they had to get this cotton cloth and hold it around my tongue, I guess to move it around to see the rest of my mouth. I thought I was going to die, I was covered in chill bumps but I didn't want to say anything because our dentist office already thinks we are crazy. A couple visits ago, JM was at his regular dental checkup and he asked for the "gas" as he always does. He was in the middle of having his teeth cleaned and the next thing he knows his body flies straight forward to the sitting position and yells "WHERE AM I?" When he told me the story, I didn't get it was that big of a deal... until I was at my checkup two weeks later and one of the dental assistants came in and the lady doing my teeth said, "this is the girl whose husband wigged out on the gas." Apparently it was the talk of the office.

I know I mentioned Ashlea's bachelorette party in my last post, but I would like to pay tribute to the bride-to-be:

Two of my very best friends, Kristen and Meg -- we're as close as we were when we met -- Kristen in first grade and Meg in fourth grade.
Monkey-Man (love the outfit Nanni!)

Sitting up in the crib...
...but not for long

While I was at the beach, Maghen and I went shopping for our babies. I knew Ryder was cutting it close with his 9 month footie pj's so I decided to shop for some 12 month footies at Carter's. No ma'am. After 9 months, apparently there is not such a thing. I know I should be sad that he's growing up (which I am), but I was seriously excited about buying the two-piece (there I go again... piece, peice) set of tighties as I like to call them. You don't know how long I've been waiting to put him in the tight twosome shown above. When we went to have Ryder's picture made with Santa, these two brothers that were probably ages 10 and 12 walked in wearing skin tight red and white striped pajamas to have their picture made. John Michael decided then and there he would have none of this. I don't know though, after he sees how cute Ryder is in this picture, he might have a change of heart...

I have to make a special comment here. As you may recall, a few posts back I gave JM a hard time about picking out a girly sippy cup. Well now that Ryder is an avid sippy cup drinker, I decided it was time to get another one. I wanted to get the same brand/style as the one Ryder has now since it's working out just fine, and when I got to looking there were only two choices, red and green, just like JM said. Now I see why he wasn't sure which one was more boyish... the green one has dang butterflies on it. Is NUK against baby boys?