I can’t tell if my 3yr old knows I’m messing with him and is just playing along or if I’m totally screwing him up for life but each day I check him for sprinkles because I keep telling him he’s going to turn into a donut, he doesn’t seem frightened so I think we’re okay?
just ordered an obscene* amount of Mini clothes to keep Belly warm and adorable this fall.
I’ve literally had the catalog for about 12hrs but I couldn’t help myself. I just keep remembering all the times I’ve wanted something and thought about it forever then finally decided to pull the trigger and they’re all sold out, so this time I didn’t want to wait.
completely justified these by 1) making complete outfits that are interchangeable rather than buying a few different pieces that don’t go together, 2) Boden is FINALLY on eBates, and 3) even though husband doesn’t know we’re going to the outlets this weekend yet, I’ve already deemed that we can’t buy anything for her (except for one specific dress I’m looking for at the Hanna outlet).
so… yah… completely justified, right?
*obscene for my budget. which is currently “don’t spend money”
scene: this morning, lying in my bed, I CANNOT WAKE UP! my eyelids feel like they’re made of lead and I just can’t keep them open for any amount of time.
Roger is flopping around playing in my bed and repeatedly urging me to get up.
at some point I decided “that’s it, I’m getting up.” and sat up, but closed my eyes and within a minute was laying back down.
this is when Roger came over to me, I could feel his closeness so I braced myself for the inevitable toddler jump (why do they insist on jumping on people?)
next thing I know this tiny little finger lifts one of my eyelids open to see his face bent over me and he says “do you want to build a snowman?”
I almost rolled out of bed laughing. cutest thing he’ll do all week.
maybe my dream was an omen… serious vacuuming incident
I just screamed so hard at my kid that my throat hurts.
did I just unlock a new parenting level?
this morning I woke up and realized I just came out of a dream about vacuuming.
it’s not that there was vacuuming in my dream, it was a dream ABOUT vacuuming, super intense vacuuming.
just wanted to share with you all the lameness that has become my life.
*related: I’ve spent a majority of the past 2 days debating what dessert to bring to a friend’s house for dinner this weekend. still haven’t decided…
This never happens.
had to document the snuggling for my heart. loving every second of this.
am I the only weirdo who can be found cutting her cuticles at every red light?
better yet, am I the only weirdo that keeps an extra set of cuticle scissors in her car?