A day (or two or three) in the life of...

Minus the whole biting off someone's ear, I'm totally turning into Mike Tyson. Last pregnancy, I got some strange little skin tags throughout the pregnancy that eventually just fell off (It wasn't leper-like, they just disappeared at some point and I didn't realize it) and grew a completely unnecessary troll-like fuzz on my upper jawline that eventually just fell out after pregnancy as well. So, all very attractive as you can imagine. This time around, I have some discoloration happening on my face that's not too un-like Mike Tyson's face tattoo. Same spot and almost same size. It looks like someone put sunscreen on my face everywhere except for on my right temple in the form of the state of Florida and that area tanned dark. Why? I don't get it, Pregnancy Gods. Why tattoo me up? As a marker so people will know I'm knocked up (not too unlike a 'baby on board' car sign)? I mean, because the huge belly won't tip people off?  I'm also rag...

So, here we go... Rowdy has been pummeling Izzy here and there since we've been getting them together to play but it's now getting worse and I'm having a hard time separating my defensive feelings for our Sweet One from defensive feelings which kick in when I see Izzy's eyeball smushed to the back of her skull repeatedly. Yeah, not fun. We had a BBQ yesterday and some friends came over.  Of those friends Rowdy and her parents came over. Cool, right? The girls are playing and once Izzy gets over her fascination of Rowdy (we really need to get her around more little people her age) she's getting into it. Unfortunately, Rowdy is more of an independent play type or playing with adults. When she plays with little ones, she gets kinda rough around the edges apparently and Izzy's not sure what to do with that. In the couple of hours that they played, Rowdy repeatedly smushed Izzy's face, stuck her thumbs into her eye sockets, would walk over to her and push her ove...