For starters, my girl started walking! And I just got really tired thinking about what that means for my future. Her preferred method of transportation continues to be crawling, since it's way faster. Not to mention, it's a lot less scary for mommy. Because now that she's walking, she's gotten about 35 bruises in the last 2 days.
Also, I am never known to exaggerate.
In other news, I contracted what is probably my 45th cold this year. (See above, re: "never exaggerating.") But I mean, really? What is the deal? I know I'm a mother to a 1 year-old petri dish of germs, but STILL.
GO AWAY. I am tired of snotting all over the place, although it is undoubtedly attractive to my husband. My nose is raw, and that stupid Kleenex with aloe? It DOESN'T WORK.
Did I mention that I don't have time for you? It's Christmas, and I have a toddler.
Go enjoy the holidays in someone else's nose.
Your latest victim, who is tired of hacking like an 80-year old smoker.
|Got dorky playing with my iPhone ShakeIt app. But what isn't awesome about shaking it like a polaroid picture? Oh yeah. I did.|
|Wasn't aware that my eyes were yellow. Apparently, my iPhone thinks I'm a Cullen.|
Upon arriving in Blue Ridge, we thought "hey! We may or may not need a few more snacks. Let us stop at the grocery store."
A lady approached us while we were checking out, and goes: "You girls aren't from around here are you?"
Why, what gave it away? The rarely worn puffy jackets? The armloads of candy and tabloid magazines? The fact that I had on peep-toed shoes and it was 32 degrees outside? Hmmmmmmm......
After admitting that we weren't, in fact, "from around here," and were instead from "the city," she goes: "Ummm hmmmm. Thought so. Now, don't you girls go drinking and driving, okay? Wouldn't want y'all to drive off the mountain."
Well, yes. That makes 4 of us. Not really part of our weekend plans. But thanks for the vote of confidence, lady.
|This was our view....up on the mountain, which, thankfully, we managed not to "drive off."|
|Although, apparently my iPhone also thinks John visited a Mystic Tan booth while I was gone.|
For the record, he is NOT orange.
Finally, blog friends, if you made it to the end of this rash, rambling post, I have a question for you. What are you getting the men in your lives for Christmas? I'm talking husbands, boyfriends, brothers, fathers, and fathers-in-law.
I'm really good at girl presents. I mean really good. Here's my strategy: find something I love, talk myself out of buying it for myself, take it home and wrap it. Talk myself out of keeping it for myself, and give it to the woman I bought it for. Hope that she will eventually want to let me borrow it. See, easy?
Somehow, I don't think any of the men in my life would enjoy an Anthropologie top, or a gift card to Lululemon. Help!