1.) We’ve been sick around here. It’s getting downright annoying at this point. I’ve been sick for close to 2 weeks and every time I start to get better I get knocked down again by this stupid upper respiratory infection. Little Man has had sniffles for a while, but then got a lot sicker on Saturday. Is it bad to say that it’s a little easier for me when he’s sicker? I mean, besides worrying about him. When he was only a little sick, he still had all his energy but was whinier and we just fed off of each other’s sick crabbiness. Now that he’s a little sicker he’s just really cuddly. Obviously I don’t want him to be sick. But I’ll enjoy the cuddliness while it lasts.
2.) It’s Monday. Ew.
3.) I have serious bags under my eyes. See #1.
4.) So… this happened:
That’s not me, by the way. I’ve been happily murried for 6 years. 6 years?! Jeepers. Anyway. That’s my sis’ left hand right there. So the next several months of our lives will be filled with wedding planning and such. And I get to be the Matron of Honor! Hooray! Although, honestly, Matron of Honor sounds way less awesome than Maid of Honor. Alas, I am no longer a maid. I’m gunning for Little Man to be the ring bearer. I mean, how cute would that be?
5.) Exhibit A. Little Man at my brother-in-law’s wedding last year:
6.) Exhibit B. Little Man at my friends’ wedding this spring:
Um, seriously. I think you know what the answer should be. How could you say no to that face?
7.) There are 49 days until Christmas. I know, I know, Thanksgiving is first. But I can’t exactly wait until after Thanksgiving to start Christmas shopping and hand-making gifts. I mean, unless I want a repeat of Christmas 2010. And I think we all know the answer to that one, too. So yeah. This week I’m planning to post an idea for Christmas gifts that you’ll need to start right away if you want to do it. It’s pretty easy, but it needs some time to get ready.
8.) The other day Little Man and I were getting ready to go to his ECFE music class. For the life of me I couldn’t find my jeans. I mean, I looked every place I could think of and they were nowhere to be found. Little Man was helping me look. And by helping me, I mean running around the house yelling at the top of his lungs, “Mommy geans go? PETESAKE!” I didn’t find them until that night when I was putting other things away and realized that I put my jeans in a super random spot the night before when I was talking to my husband and not really paying attention. This is what motherhood does to a brain.
9.) This face:
10.) Does someone want to come over and make supper? I’m going to cuddle with this child all afternoon.