sometimes right before I get comfy, Malachi pees, spits up, or liquid poops on me. sometimes all in one day (today!!)! Having a boy is a [not sarcastic] BLAST. it’s so fun
I fiiinally got to ride my handcycle for an hour today and I just had nursery rhymes in my head the whole time. Literally singing the mockingbird song the whole time I rode.
am I a mom or WHAT. help
I discovered how to schedule emails to be sent in future, so I’m taking CARE of things. Checking in on someone after her surgery (in the future), asking people to review Wide Awake after it comes out (on 08/15), and following up after a conversation (I’m having next week). I guess people have known about this feature for years?
I tell Christopher Malachi’s looks like “a good mix of us” but he is a MAMAS BOY. amiright? I wiiiiin
Now that we have a robot mop/vacuum (“BootyBot”), I see ONE SPOT on the floor and I mop the whole house. It makes me feel responsible, I don’t care how much soap solution I’m wasting
I had a dream that I wrote a bunch of blog post ideas in the sand with a stick, then the water came and washed them away. I was devastated, it was a nightmare? Don’t anyone tell me I’m not committed to posting silly one-liners for you guys
I looked in the mirror this morning and decided I looked like a beautiful mermaid because I didn’t have mascara on and looked like I just got out of a pool. Then I looked in the mirror at lunchtime and HAHA I still looked like I got out of a pool, but in the worst way. why didn’t Christopher tell me
I’m at a point that days I put on pants and don’t leave my house feel like a humongous waste.
— the putting on pants part is the waste, not staying in. Malachi growing up and me having to wear them around him every day will be a ruUde awakening
Malachi is 2 months old and I’m already ITCHIN’ for another baby. I just love him and being a mom so much. somebody stop me (you can’t hehehe)
Sorry! (& I’m not) that I have to stop text messaging with people (& family) who “heart” and “thumbs up” my text messages instead of using words to respond. why is that a thing
My and Dad’s new game(?) is to see other babies in public then call each other and talk about how much cuter Malachi is. No baby is safe, I don’t care how beautiful it is
What happened was I was eating chocolate, I bit into it and a piece dropped into my lap (wasn’t wearing pants), I couldn’t find it, the chocolate melted. Then I found melted chocolate later on my underwear. It’s not a poop smear on my underwear, but Christopher will neeeever believe me
I want to teach Malachi that the word for poop is “winnie” (poop>poo>Winnie the Pooh>winnie) but he WON’T LET ME. standby, I’m not giving up