The Kid
Not Good:
Pregnancy insomnia brought on by hip pain, a never-ending cold, looming labor and delivery and lack of Ambien.
Bad:
Pregnancy insomnia and having the theme song for "My friends Tigger and Pooh" running through your head.
Worst:
Pregnancy insomnia mixed with the theme song for "My friend's Tigger and Pooh" running through your head IN SPANISH to celebrate the Disney Channel's Hispanic Heritage Month when you don't even speak Spanish.
This weekend our good friends Marina and Craig from San Francisco were in town with their 2 year old, Julian. In one of those moments where you truly feel you have to be in the bottom 10% of the decent parent pool, Julian ate a nice big plate brown rice and broccoli while our child would only consume lemonade and cupcakes. Jason became horrified. WE MUST BE THE WORST PARENTS.
I reminded him that at 2, before drafting his first edition of "Will Power - The ability to scream louder, throw master fits and continue until YOU get what you want!", Lucas also liked brown rice and broccoli. Oh, and would eat it.
So I can only imagine the horror it would cause when I publicly state that today, at lunch, I let Lucas eat his apple sauce, carrot sticks and quesadilla on the floor "like a lion". I even fed him bits of it by hand as he growled and crawled around on all fours.
My mantra of late is "pick your battles". At 33.5 weeks pregnant with a massive freaking head cold, this was one of those moments. And hey, he ate. And the food was nutritionally decent - at least compared to cupcakes.
When we first told Lucas that I was pregnant and that there was a baby growing in Mommy's tummy we didn't really expect him to understand what was going on. His response to the situation was to tell us that there was a baby crocodile growing in his tummy, too. Of course we found that adorable.
As the months have rolled on, Lucas has surprised us by continuing the story of the baby crocodile. He will often tell strangers at Barnes and Noble "Mommy has a baby in her belly, and I have a crocodile!" 
When he was "less than thrilled" to find out that he was getting a sister and not a brother, he went around telling people "Mommy is having a baby girl, but MY baby crocodile is a boy!"
He's even gone so far as to insist that we need to start taking pictures of HIS growing belly... which is really just too cute not to do.