1. A few nights ago I heard Simon walk into the bathroom and step onto the scale to weigh himself (as opposed to all those other things people do when stepping on a scale). After a medium-sized pause he called out, "Grace, how much do you think jeans weigh?"
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| scare factor upped when she dons her pink and leopard print loooong geriatric nighty |
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1. Pampers diapers are the worst. Worst. I will be boycotting them for the rest of my life ... just as soon as we have used up the two boxes that contain over 200 of the blasted things.
2. As Simon was leaving for class earlier he gave me a brief hug and said..."if you HAPPEN to find yourself in a shower this afternoon with maybe some soap...lots of soap..that wouldn't be the WORST thing in the world..."
Apparently he doesn't appreciate that I have been sacrificing all time previously dedicated to hygienic practices in order to try to sweat off these last million pesky postpartum pounds.
1. The super skinnies shouldn't stand in the front of the room during exercise classes.
2. Also, the super skinnies shouldn't wear spandex while standing in the front of the room during exercise classes.
3. Babies shouldn't spit up in their mother's clean ponytails.
4. Babies also shouldn't be allowed to cry like their world has come crashing down around them when they are alone in a moving car with their mother.
5. I shouldn't bake and devour large quantities of decadent, sugary things late at night.
6. Cold weather shouldn't exist.
7. Four am shouldn't be a time seen by anyone. (all humans included)
8. I shouldn't complain so much.
Cheerfully and happily (obviously) yours,
Grace
I've been having a difficult time finding a good book to sink my hungry teeth into these days. After too many minutes of browsing the library shelves I returned home with a mediocre book with a super cheesy title (not to be revealed to the masses...but it may sound something like A Miracle at St. Cecilia's...maybe). It has been getting the job done...eight minutes of mindless reading before bed and a page reluctantly devoured here and there throughout the day. I was clearly not nearly discriminating enough while picking out the blessed book as Simon recently picked up the book and read the description out loud to me...trying not to laugh TOO hard...
"If you like the series Touched by an Angel...this is the book for you..."
ugh.
whoopsy.
daisies.
and back to the biblioteca I go.
pronto.
Aside from staring out windows, crossing her feet and permanently staining all of her cute outfits by way of diaper failure..Julia has mastered the reallllly fun and realllllly exciting Bumbo sit. (fyi...her outfits DO get changed on occasion...)
The most lovely fairy Godmother in all of the land with her inquisitve little Goddaughter...
Mary is hosting a superbly wonderful giveaway over at her BLOG....go go go!!!
And...over here at Camp Patton we have a little camper that seems to require fewer hours of sleep than the average bear. If she so much as smells an activity in which she is not included...she lets us know in her dialect of screech and scream.
Happy Monday night.
Last night:
Simon: Give me a high five
Grace: ok, why? (high five)
Simon: We already ate dinner, loaded the dishwasher, cleaned the kitchen and it is merely............5:07 pm.
ALSO...to continue and maintain the geriatric lifestyle that we lead oh so successfully these days...
Last night I went to the library in search of some John Steinbeck but instead came back with a book entitled "B is for Beer" and this movie that brought back some not so pleasant memories from last year...
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