There is no rhyme or reason to any of this. Jumbled thoughts, jumbled mind. Littered with sweet photographs and random thoughts.
I have issues pertaining to coffee. My husband has lived it. If the coffee is not made right in the mornings, it must be re-brewed. I can’t start a day off on bad coffee!
my girl and her deep brown eyes
I don’t like medicine. Of any kind. I avoid taking it at all costs. I use this same ideology with my baby. She gets medicine every. single. day. It hurts my heart.
I recently read that there was a straightener out there better than the CHI. I feel like I am missing out on something. I need this to be substantiated. I can’t believe it.
Everyone is raving about the Maybelline Baby Lips. I find it pasty and weird. Back to my expensive lip glosses!
My baby brother got married this weekend. I wished I could be there, but their May 2013 wedding ceremony will be splendid, along with photography shot by yours truly! I think they are both real cuties and I’m excited to capture them on their best day ever.
Grammy is sad because she can’t talk Face Time with Paisley because the second we connect, Pea either says “dah?” (dog) or “Poppa?”. She doesn’t even get a respectable ‘hello’ before she has to go gallivanting around the house to find the dog or “Poppa”.
We had a home inspection on the house we are soon to own this weekend. It went great, with only minor issues to report. Paisley picked out her room, too. Can’t wait to start mood boards for her big-girl room! It’s fun to see how different our agendas are when considering moving: my husband is dreaming of huge vegetable gardens, building covered patios, and growing grass. I’m thinking of how I can organize my closet and how much bathroom counter space I’ll have.
The idea of owning a home gives my husband and I a knot in our throats. We have just realized there is no window coverings on anything. ($cha-ching!$) Not even a tool bench. I guess we’ll make do since it’s new and OURS! :)
Back to the normal shenanigans of the work week. Packing to do this weekend. Still don’t understand why we have so much crap.
By the way- my daughter has tricks now. She runs, she says no, she falls of of things on purpose, I’m sure so that I will carry her on my hip for the next hour. She even cons me into diaper changes because she knows she’ll get a few sucks on her precious ‘baboo’. She’s getting cuter, smarter, and more mischievous every day.