He'd Probably Say:
Nice going mom, because you didn't pack an extra outfit for me, I have to wear girl pants, and hot pink socks. It's not my fault I peed on my pants and socks. And, you better not archive this picture, or let anyone else see it.
And If He Understood Me, I'd Respond:
Oh Elliott, many more years of parental-embarrassment are coming your way. I'm sorry you had to wear girl pants, and I'm sorry I let everyone see it, but you looked so cute, it's worth it! Now here is a bowl of tasteless, white mush. Will you forgive me?
He forgave me.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
My Baby Daddy
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
One Word...
A year ago today, I found out my life was going to change forever.
It started out innocently enough, and the only indication of a growing fetus was a word on a stick:
Then there was sickness, followed by raging hormones. Then there was weight-gain. Then an expanding stomach, more weight-gain, and insane water-retention:
Then there was the longest, hottest summer of my life. Then there was fall. Then there was mounting excitement, as the day of his arrival drew near (there was still weight-gain). Then, one morning as I layed on my bed having my swollen ankles lotioned-up, my water broke.
Then there was this:
:
I had no idea how instantly I could love someone. He has changed my life. When I'm getting out of bed in the middle of the night to tend to a baby who just wants his mother, I don't mind, I am flattered. I am flattered that he wants me. Little does he know though, that I need him.
It's amazing how one little word can change your world.
It started out innocently enough, and the only indication of a growing fetus was a word on a stick:
Then there was sickness, followed by raging hormones. Then there was weight-gain. Then an expanding stomach, more weight-gain, and insane water-retention:
Then there was the longest, hottest summer of my life. Then there was fall. Then there was mounting excitement, as the day of his arrival drew near (there was still weight-gain). Then, one morning as I layed on my bed having my swollen ankles lotioned-up, my water broke.
Then there was this:
:
I had no idea how instantly I could love someone. He has changed my life. When I'm getting out of bed in the middle of the night to tend to a baby who just wants his mother, I don't mind, I am flattered. I am flattered that he wants me. Little does he know though, that I need him.
It's amazing how one little word can change your world.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Here I Go...
Well, here it is. After months of reading other blogs, and being genuinely amused by them, I have finally created one. Its a pretty good time for me to start one actually, with a baby on the way and all. I know so many people will be very interested. Anyway, the important stuff first. I want to share with you all how disappointed I am in Lauren Conrad from The Hills. Besides The Hills, I am currently into a new show on the CW called Privileged, a fun, no-thought-required show about a cute, aspiring writer who is totally out of her element trying to tutor two rich, spoiled sisters. On tonight's episode, the tutor, Megan, gets stuck chaperoning a pool party when the girls' rich grandma goes out of town. As you can imagine, much wackiness ensues, but what makes this episode so special is that my very own LC has a GUEST APPEARANCE!! I waited with baited breath for the very moment when she would appear. And then suddenly, there she was, drink in hand, perfectly coiffed, and then... nothing. She says like 4 words, and she's gone. I was absolutely disappointed. I'll still watch the show, but from now on, I think LC should stick to real life on The Hills. (I couldn't find the clip, probably cause it just aired tonight.) Anyway, hopefully this blog will eventually reveal my real personality, not just my love of television shows. I am excited to share whats happening in my life. For now, all I'm/we( Me & Jon) are focused on is the impending arrival of our little boy. So please, stick with me, I won't pull an LC and be lame.
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