Switched at birth?

So Jett loves vegetables. I love fresh vegetables too, but not like that when I was three years old. His favorites are black olives, tomatos, cauliflower and carrorts. He likes to put the black olives on his fingers and pretend that they are bandaids...

So one day I made the boys chocolate pudding for lunch...okay so I made the pudding for me and gave them some...gees, leave me alone:) Anyway, Jett took a bite and then scrunched up his nose and said "Mommy, I really don't like it. Can I just have cauliflower." What? Usually we have to bribe vegetables to get him to eat other foods. Like: "Jett if you eat that piece of chicken you can have a tomato." I am so thankful that he likes his vegetables, but it's all just a little weird!

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Speaking of birth...not really. So I have been frustrated with how fast I am popping out with this little tike, happy (crossing my fingers because I think that it means things are going well), but not liking the bulge so quick. I mean once I start going it's downhill to an explosion of my stomach and a enormous torpedo screaming at you "watch out, big momma coming!" As of now, at 13 weeks I am the same size as I was at 22 weeks with Brayden. Left is now, right is then.

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So I will leave you with some pictures that I took of the boys yesterday...if you haven't smiled yet today...here ya go!

Jett was playing in the sandbox and I went out and asked him to smile for the camera. So he layed down and stroke a pose for me. So I lied earlier...he is a bit like his Mommy.
And of course, my sweet Brayden. Lovin' life and anytime he sees a camera, he smiles and says "Cheese!" And that hair...all natural baby. He is either going to love it or hate it when he gets older:)