the past couple of nights ben has very (non) subtly commented to me that i resemble a nick jr., bilingual character:
why, you ask? a fashionable new bowl cut? no. new ruffled top yellow socks? not likely. he bought me new jewelry looking just like that flowered contraption wrapping her wrist? guess again.
it's because i don't have many (or any) maternity pajamas so when i go to bed, the belly pokes right out. basically i look like a stuffed sausage. ben hasn't actually said the words "stuffed sausage" but i know he's thinking it. give him 2 more weeks. it will be voiced.
but let's look at the bright side. look at all that dora has going for her. she's a world-renowned actress, beloved my millions, has many exotic friends...one of which is a moon boot-wearing monkey.
the closest thing i ever had to that type of friendship was when my BFF wendy rocked the moon boots in our 2nd grade picture. bosom buddies were born at that moment. (mentioning those boots twice in one month might be the end of our friendship but it had to be done. forgive me gwend. they were all the rage back then.)
in addition to all this, dora must have a giant brain there in her large, football-shaped head. who knows, she may very well be a genius. (if anyone in this family has a melon-sized head...special order their graduation cap, anyone? so ben i'm sending that "compliment" your way.)
not to mention her fashion sense. she wears those mismatched clothes with flare. and even though her belly pokes out, she doesn't let the world (aka "her husband) get her down.
i guess this muchacha and i have more in common than i had initially thought. in a twisted way, i will look at ben's comment as a compliment. thank you hon.
so i say, stand up proudly girls. bare those bellies. vamanos amigas, we can lead the way. hey! hey!