Not only did we have pictures taken for Mother's Day, we also had some pictures taken of the 4 of us when Jack was 5 weeks old. And I had really fat arms and huge boobs. These are also Harry's 2 year portraits.
The reason I am posting them now is that I have become significantly stupider since I had Jack, and I forgot all the heck about them until the photographer sent us the CD. Then I got all embarrassed and sent her a check for the CD.
(And really, I am dumb. Some of the students in my program are just now taking their qualifying exams, and listening to them talk last night, I could not believe that I did that-- and passed without contingency. I used to be so smart.)
I say a simpler time because Harry didn't talk so much, meaning he wasn't yet cursing. In public. And simpler because literally all Jack did was eat, sleep, cry, and poop. About a week after these pics were taken, he got colic, and that was awful for 6 weeks or so. Now, he's a happy camper, but he wants to do stuff-- and he's almost rolling over, which presents a whole new set of challenges. No more leaving him on the edge of the couch/bed/counter.
So, here's the way we were (fleshy, tired, and really happy-- don't worry, we're still happy. Also tired.)