Another Diet Coke, Please

These days it seems pretty taboo to proclaim one's love for Diet Coke. At least once a day someone posts one of those links on Facebook sharing about how drinking diet Coke turns your insides to sludge, kills off brain cells, gives you cancer, etc. I don't know what they say exactly, because I don't read them. I get it. It's bad for me. Along with Oreos. And red meat. And about 400 other things I like to eat.

Okay, enough. I like my diet Coke, I drink a couple a day usually, it gets me through some long, rough afternoons/evenings....sometimes even mornings. Go ahead, judge me. Then come over and hang out with me 8 week old baby at 3am when he wants to party, feel free to do 40 very painful minutes of second grade math with my 7 year old. Please, while you're at it, potty train my two year old, get my 5 year old to stop biting her nails and clean up the dog poop too. That diet Coke is a ray of toxic sunshine on some days...gets me through the rough patches.

And if that's horrible, so be it. End of rant.

Cute pictures now:

Sweet Shepherd, you had your two month check up yesterday. You weigh 14.6lbs, you are 24.5in long and you are happy and healthy. You sleep 6-7 hr stretches at night and currently do not enjoy naps during the day unless I hold you. Or wear you. Like I'm doing right now. You wear size 2 diapers, but mostly cloth diapers that you flood after about an hour and a half. Your siblings absolutely adore you. You are very vocal and have excellent head control. You love your mama best right now, my favorite is when I pick you up and you bury your face in my neck. We are so thankful for you sweet boy!