Pants... the most overrated accessory of summer
Well, it’s officially summer in North Carolina. The days are in the upper 90’s, we’ve joined the neighborhood swimming pool, and Ford has become a nudist.
Not that I can blame the him. I mean… hot is hot. And nothing gives you swamp-ass quite like Huggies. So we joined the pool. And it’s totally our kind of pool. High school lifeguards, gated-in baby pool area, and everything is just attractive enough to make it pleasant… but not intimidating. Both the facilities and the people. Some friends of mine belong to pools that make them want to hit a gym on the way to their boob job consultation after they’ve gone for a dip. This is not that kind of pool. Thankfully. It’s a great way to spend the afternoon and a spectacular way to tire out the kiddos… but if I felt like I had to suck in the whole time we were there it totally wouldn’t be worth it. And apparently I’m not the only Fehling who has lost all inhibitions poolside… or at the park… or in the front yard.
Ford has decided he hates pants.
Within the last week he has nudified himself three times in public. And it takes him approximately the same amount of time that it takes me to look away, save Cal from his latest face-plant, and look back. The kid has got this down to a science. So this 4th of July take a note from the Fudgeman… grab a cold sippy cup (ahem, beer), take your pants off… and let the fireworks begin!
When I first found out I was pregnant, I was surprised by the extensive list of “don’ts” coming from my Doctor’s office. There are certain things you know you’ll forego upon finding yourself “with child”, but then there are other things that come a little out of left field. Plane travel, for example, probably isn’t a great idea when you can no longer see your feet (or those of the person in front of you). Contact sports are put on hold until after delivery. Keg-stands become a thing of the past faster than you can do a hand-stand and count to 10. But did you know a turkey sub is outside the realm of preggo-possibility too?! And that you can’t sleep on your back after week 20?! Well there are plenty of people out there who do (know these handy facts). And they’re only too happy to fill you in if you’re caught in the act breaking any of the “rules”. I like to call these people “The Pregnancy Police.” Continue reading