Friday, July 16, 2010

Random Mommy Crazies

I wonder every night whether new mommies have trouble sleeping even once their babies sleep well through the night. For anyone who is a new mommy that answered "no" to that, unsubscribe please because I don't like you AT ALL.

Please don't ever tell me what you do for/to/with my daughter is none of my business. In fact, what I do for/to/with my daughter is none of YOUR business. If you're not me, it actually most certainly IS my business.

Once you're a mommy, why is it so difficult to remember when you weren't a mommy? It's only actually been 6 months for me, but beyond the past 6 months, I don't much remember what it used to be like. "It" referring to life pre-baby time. What's the deal when you have kids that are like... old? Other than the fact that it must make you feel old?

I keep meaning to catch a photo of her chewing on her toes. It makes me cringe because it's rather pretty eeeew but it's hilarious because her foot, even to her, is not so tasty. Her expression says so.

Some people's babies are more important to me than others. It's unfair. I know. Don't get me wrong. They're ALL super cute and adorable. I just adore some more than I do others. Mine especially, but that goes without saying because I did say specifically "some people" meaning other people. Pffft, you can't tell me your kid isn't the cutest, most delicious child to you because then you'd be lying. If you can say that without emotionally flinching, again, please unsubscribe. There's something wrong with you and I don't want to be your friend. You might steal my baby.

Showers: Bridal/baby/whatever showers. Why is what should be the most funnest event be THE most stressful event of them all? I'm not attending any other future weddings (less two) and maybe I'll drop in on a handful of showers. Big stinking fat m.a.y.b.e at that. Leah is my reason. Whatever you throw at me, she will bail me out. I love my baby. There are so many reasons to love her.

I would really like to sleep at a reasonable hour one of these days.

I could probably get in some hours for work, but we're reformatting our computer soon (the hub said so), and that would just mean more stuff to back up to the hard-drive and transfer back so... yeah, eBay, Amazon and Blogger it shall remain until then. Sorry boss man.

I lost my favorite hair clippy for Leah. I hope I find it before she does. Better yet, if it must be lost, I hope I lost it outside somewhere. And FYI psycho ee-mo (you know who you are), I put clippies in her hair because yes, I love them, but also because her hair gets in her eyes so they do in fact serve a purpose. OKAY?!

Someone today mentioned she would never have pegged me for the blogger "type". I asked why and she gave me a non-response like response of "I don't know. I just know you're not the type" or something along those lines. What exactly is a blogger "type"? I dunno. I just invited her to subscribe today, but now that I'm thinking about it, I may just have to uninvite her. If you're reading this, I'm debating on breaking up with you. Weirdo.

Okay, that's about all I was able to make out of the stuff flushing out of me noggin. On an end note, because what's a blog with no photo? Here's Leah! I finally caught her on camera doing her PLLLLLLL act (I seriously don't know what else to call it) and cripers, what is it with peas landing on everything? Why only peas and not carrots, or avocado, or sweet potatoes? Why must it always be pea stains?

1 comment:

  1. That is too cute! She's telling you she doesn't like peas! I want to see her do it! :)