i miss listening to veruca salt all the time.
i just ate half of a giant bag of doritos. be jealous that my stomach is still flat. i don’t know what’s up with that, but i can now eat or not eat, no matter and my weight only goes up or down a pound and a half.
there was a giant crash outside a while back at the exact moment my lights blinked. but it sounded like a gunshot.
i have started putting my skinny jeans in the dryer and they are no more skinnier than they were being hung. haha, hung.
i’ve really got nothing too important (unlike usually, right?) to say, so that’s why you’re getting to see all of these cute zoë pictures, whether you want to or not.
OH i know. again, mommy shit. it’s been three days without a bottle. yay!
and today is her 15 month birthday which means it’s the day that’s extra special and we celebrate it and she also gets weighed and measured, too. i am not looking forward to that cuz i know she’s gained like a half cm in head girth (yay big brains), and about a quarter inch in height (still a shorty) but as of a week or so ago, had still not gained any weight back. sigh.
she started cuddling with me a couple weeks ago. not me cuddling with her. she will grab either side of my face and turn her head to the side and pull my face into the open space of her neck and if i stay there for long enough, she’ll lightly rub my back. i didn’t think anything could be cuter than that. but then
this week she started hugging me. she’ll walk up to me with arms outstretched and wrap them in all of the right places and fold her little tiny body into mine and oh my god my heart breaks.
edit: i updated both the unmedicated and inspiration pages, so go check them out. or don’t. whatever. just lie to me, k? oh and the dear santa page isn’t for any of you – i’m not fishing for xmas pressies from you guys, it’s so family has one place to look at and i don’t have to tell 20 people, 20 different times.
