.....trying to keep up with my almost 2-year old, who, sadly runs faster than me at the moment.
.....hearing the word "mine." A lot.
(John's obviously gotten really possessive with his toys.)
(And seriously, all you experienced parents out there.....how are you not supposed to laugh when your toddler yells "dat's MINE puzzle!")
(It's pretty effective actually. I've started yelling, "that's MINE brownie!!" when John tries to grab it from me. Works like a charm.)
......having dance parties in our living room every day. Which, I'm not gonna lie, is totally fun. And conveniently, a genius way to wear out the little one.
(Coincidentally, it's yet another way we've convinced our next-door neighbors that we're crazy.)
......contemplating bangs. Again. Seriously, why do I do this? Every fall, I start thinking, hmmmm.....maybe I need some bangs. And then I obsess over it for a few days, and then I chicken out. Do any of you have bangs? Do you love them, or do they make you crazy?
.......staring jealously at the runners on the treadmills at the gym.
Which may have caused a couple of them to think I'm a total creeper.
Yelling, "THAT'S MINE TREADMILL!" probably didn't help.