I totally stole that word from Christie. Sorry, Christie. I still think you’re foxy, and now you know I like your words, too.
Hmm, lots of things to address, virtually segue-free.
Stacey at Real World Mom awarded me the excellent blog award, but you know, I’ve googled and now know that by accepting it, I’ve agreed to award it to ten other people. Seriously? Ten PEOPLE? At ONCE? So, it would be a bad thing, I’m thinking, if I just continually award the exact same people, everytime I get something with my name lasered on it. Favourtism and all.
So, before officially accepting and giving my speech and everything, what do you guys think? Could I award a few peeps at a time, without technically breaking the blogosphere contract?
Obsessive Thought of the Day – “My tragus is swollen. The opening to my inner ear is too big. It wasn’t like that before! Oh god, now my ears stick out more. I look ridiculous. I wonder if it’s my wisdom teeth? Maybe it’s cancer. I should compare today to an old picture to see how swollen it is. Hmm. [regarding digital photos] What folders do I have profiles that would show it?” For ten minutes, I examined and prodded in the mirror, trying to figure out if I had just never noticed the damn opening to my inner ear was that big.
Moving on…
We’ve had two days in a row where Isobel fell asleep before nap time in her stroller, leaving me no choice but to G.S.D. Yesterday, I went to the craft store and found nothing interesting. Today, I got my eyebrows waxed. And started reading Lullabies for Little Criminals whilst sitting in the sun, drinking coffee and smoking. It was like I didn’t even have a ball and chain kid, at all!
Another bit: Isobel inherited her father’s legs and my arms – i.e. stumpy and monkey-like, respectively. She’s also got some wikkid swayback and a lovely little buddha belly. Don’t even ask me where she got the awesome bootay from, but I’m thinking at some point my ears will begin burning 24 hours a day as teenage boys assume it came from her momma and give silent thanks.
The point: shirt sleeves are normally 3/4 length on her and her midriff is occasionally showing. Pants are always too long in the leg, even though there’s usually some crack peeking out. We’re trying to combat this via digging into the too big box for 24 months and 2 sizes. And what happened? Someone had to wear the Dora PJs, even though they’re two sizes too big.
Look! Double rolled for extra trippability!
