Have you seen Ugly Volvo‘s recent post entitled “All of my Issues With the “Goodnight Moon” Bedroom“? It’s great. And right on. When you have to read the same book or listen to the same song over and over (and over), you can’t help but over analyze. My children are currently obsessed with the Kidz Bop version on “Kokomo”. (Excruciating.) The Kidz Boppers have changed the lyrics “afternoon delight” and “cocktails” to make them tamer. But they have left in the phrase “tropical contact high”. For real?! I shake my head in annoyance every time I hear that verse. And then I immediately wonder “WHY AM I WASTING VALUABLE BRAIN ENERGY THINKING ABOUT THIS?!
If there is something better than the slightly crispy broiled cheese that hangs over the edge of a crock of French onion soup, I don’t know what it is.
The other day, a few gals commented on my have-it-togetherness. I found this hysterical. My hair was wet, I had just fed my kids bribery donuts, I forgot some necessary school item (like a coat for Pickle, in NH, in winter), I was exhausted and I had just discovered that the shirt I was wearing (to work) was coated in something sticky. I didn’t feel together. At all. I never do. But, as these ladies noted, my kids are clean(ish) and happy and I’m pretty calm (perhaps, “tired and resigned to chaos” is a more accurate description). Sure, I’m in desperate need of some mascara, but I’m doing alright when it comes to the big stuff. It was nice to stop for a second and reflect on that. It was also a nice reminder that the folks I admire for having it all together probably feel the same way I do.
My little Pistachio just turned one. He is awesome. He is a baby optical illusion – people constantly remark on how large he is when he is actually quite average size. He loves to dance. He loves his brother. He is the straight man in our family farce. And he is a smart little dumpling who has recently started hiding his binkies, just because he can. A few months ago I dedicated a post to him, and how often he looks at the camera, just as I snap the photo, as if to say, “Really?!” He didn’t let me down on his birthday (see photo). But the part of that post about sleeping through the night? Yeah, I take that back.
Onward and upward, friends!