pride

BBE (best babysitter ever) is currently watching Adelaide while I spend an hour walking/possibly running. I haven’t decided how ambitious I feel.

My house keys are in my sports bra, jingling like dog tags with each step. It took me a few minutes looking for the dog to realize where the noise was coming from. (“Oh, it’s me.”)

I am also currently rockin Yo Gabba Gabba tattoos on both of my upper arms.

Hello, neighbors. Don’t mind me.


Tomorrow’s surprising amount of haul:

• tea cart/set I picked up at a consignment sale LAST spring and am relieved I can finally stop hiding

• Disney figurines I purchased on uber sale before Christmas

• Eugene/Flynn Rider doll: the only thing Adelaide specifically asked for, and I nearly had a heart attack when I thought the store was out of them. (They moved them because they were on sale!!)

• Minnie Mouse dressed like a bunny, which was a super cheap promotional thing cause I purchased Eugene and …

• a Little Mermaid towel (instead of Easter grass), also on sale

• tiny Barbie, which I have mixed feelings about. Not so much because she’s a Barbie—I had TONS of Barbies growing up—but because this line of tiny Barbies is all about mostly sexist career possibilities: teacher, vet (pictured), flight attendant, ballerina, and figure skater. Seriously, Mattel?! NOW should pay you a visit.

• stickers and more of those window gels she loves (which I found at the grocery store. One of you asked about this after the first post about them and I forgot to let you know! Sorry. Giant. That’s where they’ve been purchased.)

• Peep “lollipop,” Pez, and roughly a handful of candy divvied into 5 or 6 eggs

It’s kind of a lot of stuff. I hadn’t planned on making such a big deal out of Easter, but the things I didn’t already have in hiding I purchased while I was missing her. It got away from me.

Thank goodness for great sales.


conversations with girlfriends

ME: Oh, I forgot. Guess who called me by accident the other day: Chad.

HER: The one with the lipstick on the wine glass?

ME: No, that was Joe.

HER: Was he the great kisser?

ME: No, that was Jack … who I still think about calling sometimes …

HER: Was Chad the one with all the kids?

ME: No, Chad was the one with the dog.

HER: Ohhhhh. The mastiff? The redhead?

ME: No, Chad had a little dog. That was … ummmm …

HER: …

ME: …Oh God. This conversation sounds terrible.


Slumber Party

Slumber Party


Flashback Friday

This was somewhere around Adelaide’s 2nd birthday, no more than a week before but probably not the actual day. It’s one of my favorite videos of her.

Don’t miss her stellar Nixon impression!


My life lately

whatshouldwecallme:

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Me at every play group, preschool, wedding, baby shower, and general social event involving people in their 30s.

The sentiment, anyway. If I had a glass of wine for every time I was the only single person in the room, I’d be in rehab right now.

(via wanderingwithhope)


Between filling Adelaide’s Easter basket and hosting an egg hunt on Sunday with an unclear head count, I may have accidentally gone a little overboard on Easter stuff.

The unfortunate part of this is that Adelaide is getting a total of 2-3 pieces of each of these kinds of candy in her basket, so I’ve just guaranteed that the house is full of chocolate I do NOT want to eat right before bathing suit season.

Damn it.

Anyone want some chocolate/jelly beans/fruit snacks?

Between filling Adelaide’s Easter basket and hosting an egg hunt on Sunday with an unclear head count, I may have accidentally gone a little overboard on Easter stuff.

The unfortunate part of this is that Adelaide is getting a total of 2-3 pieces of each of these kinds of candy in her basket, so I’ve just guaranteed that the house is full of chocolate I do NOT want to eat right before bathing suit season.

Damn it.

Anyone want some chocolate/jelly beans/fruit snacks?



A strong independent dog who don’t need no man

A strong independent dog who don’t need no man

(via megustamemes)


well, crud

As some of you may recall, I’ve been toying with the idea of freezing eggs (not the chicken kind).

I had planned on having the requisite hormone-level blood work done this month. It needs to be taken on day 3 of your period, so I’ve been waiting for more than 28 days to get this over with.

Guess when day 3 turns out to be this month …

Easter.

Surprise!

Considering I can’t be on birth control during the wait, it’s a safe bet whatever dating I do in the next month or two will be taken very, very slowly.


judgement

No one knows how to parent your child better than you do. I believe in that.

For every situation, there are 100 different choices. Sometimes we choose well … other times, not so much.

So I think we should cut ourselves—and each other—a break.

They can’t all be gold star days.

But if I hear you telling your barely walking toddler loudly in public that he is a “bad boy,” a “naughty boy,” and tell him “nice boys don’t do that,” I’m gonna judge the ever living shizz out of you and spend the rest of my shopping trip fantasizing about the soul-withering things I’d say if your child weren’t around to hear me.

That is NOT okay.