The Ultimate Shenanigan

Yes, I have unintentionally neglected this blog. Hush it friends. I've been feeling like crap. But, I'm slowly starting to feel like myself again, and I promise not to let you all down anymore. I will not only keep posting weekly, but I promise to still tell of our Lazy K shenanigans with the same humor and poise that I have been using all along. Even if our lives are about to change forever.

You see, about 12 weeks ago, Brady snuck into my personal space.

The result. A little baby is on the way.

Bad Brady. How dare you take advantage of me?

How dare you give me an excuse to eat whatever I want and put on weight and you still love me?

And thanks for making sure it will be a nice 150 degrees outside when the baby will make it’s debut.

You’re such an awesome husband. And dad.

Hey, that has a nice ring to it.

And as long as it has your beautifully long eyelashes and my itty-bitty teeny-weeny peanut head, this whole labor thing may just be a breeze. And, it will come out lookin’ pretty cute too.

So, thank you for helping us both become parents. And, thank you Kendra for being so hard to surprise with the news.

Only my sister would unwrap a p-test that read “pregnant” on it and think it was a stick reaffirming that she was already pregnant. It took a few minutes for her to realize the stick was referring to me.

And, it took less than 20 seconds for Pryce to put the p-test in his mouth. Don’t worry. The cap was still on. What kind of family do you think we are?

Proof that he does put almost anything in his mouth, like my toothbrush.

See Kendra. If Pryce keeps that habit up, he may really have a baby in his belly.

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