I was hoping to post a picture of my new little nephew today, but the little guy has yet to make an appearance. I was so hoping to see him soon after he’s born, but I had to get my own little one home and in bed. So I’m sitting here munching on peanut M&M’s and watching “My Name is Earl”, trying to stay awake long enough to hear that mommy and baby are fine.
Just writing that paragraph took more effort than it should have, so today I’m going to stay away from paragraphs and complete thoughts and simply provide a list of random thoughts I’ve had today:
- We got a Keurig coffee maker for Christmas, and it just makes me so happy. It simplifies my morning routine by cutting out the cleaning of the coffee maker since I already have my hands full cleaning everything else, including Michael, once he finishes breakfast. How can one child make such a mess?
- I stopped by the LPM offices today to buy a spiral for the Scripture memory thing I’m doing and was blown away by how purty and organized everything was. People, even the parking lot was gorgeous. I should have taken a picture.
- My beautiful child has fast-forwarded to the terrible 2’s. He’s turning 18 months on Saturday, but public tantrums are already becoming the norm. Although to be fair, the tantrums seem to happen only when we’re out of our routine somehow. So the tantrums are clearly my fault.
- My life would be so much simpler if the grocery store would deliver.
- As long as number 4 isn’t true, my life would be so much simpler if they made a grocery cart that was designed in such a way that my son couldn’t reach back and grab rotisserie chickens, cereal boxes, yogurt pretzels, and all manner of food items.
- A large order of fries from McDonald’s is entirely too large.
- Oprah’s producers work so hard and are so stressed out that I want to cry for them.
- I was a hot 22-year-old. I wish I’d known that at the time. Fourteen years later, I’ve completely let go of any hopes of hotness and just try to be not ugly. Yes, I am that shallow.
- My sweet boy looks like such a big kid in his jeans, and like such a baby in his footie pajamas.
- I just love that kid. And I adore his daddy.