So, you haven't heard from us in a bit because, man, shit's hard right now.
Here, let me sum up what the last couple of weeks' worth of posts would have been if I had been posting.
"Waaaaaaaaa! I'm tired. Feed me. Why does Chick-Fil-A have to be so homophobic and make me feel guilty for going there? I want nuggets! I want spicy chicken! Waaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm tired! Work is annoying! Waaaaaaaaaaa! I'm tired. What? Chick-Fil-A reversed their policy? Awesome. But I'm still tired."
Aren't you glad I wasn't posting?
But I couldn't let today go by without stopping to mention to the whole internet that our little baby is six months old! That's a whole half of a year! What, what?!
So we've been spending the day together as a family (except for the hour or so I escaped to Publix to be BY MYSELF) and doing little household stuff and eating six-month celebratory chocolate chip cookies. I thought about making a smash cake for myself, but that seemed a little excessive.
And, now, because I don't want to subject you to my list of complaints about work or a whiny speech about how I'm so freaking tired, I will instead make you look at lots of pictures of our favorite six-month old boy (and his best friend, favorite toy, the big yellow dog--they're seriously obsessed with one another).
Here, let me sum up what the last couple of weeks' worth of posts would have been if I had been posting.
"Waaaaaaaaa! I'm tired. Feed me. Why does Chick-Fil-A have to be so homophobic and make me feel guilty for going there? I want nuggets! I want spicy chicken! Waaaaaaaaaaaa! I'm tired! Work is annoying! Waaaaaaaaaaa! I'm tired. What? Chick-Fil-A reversed their policy? Awesome. But I'm still tired."
Aren't you glad I wasn't posting?
But I couldn't let today go by without stopping to mention to the whole internet that our little baby is six months old! That's a whole half of a year! What, what?!
So we've been spending the day together as a family (except for the hour or so I escaped to Publix to be BY MYSELF) and doing little household stuff and eating six-month celebratory chocolate chip cookies. I thought about making a smash cake for myself, but that seemed a little excessive.
And, now, because I don't want to subject you to my list of complaints about work or a whiny speech about how I'm so freaking tired, I will instead make you look at lots of pictures of our favorite six-month old boy (and his best friend, favorite toy, the big yellow dog--they're seriously obsessed with one another).
Someone told him he was a Bills fan.
AWWWW Happy half year Little Chaz!! The time has just flown by!!!
ReplyDelete1. You have the cutest boys ever. 2. You wish the monster pajamas were in your size, don't you? 3. BABY BUTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDelete(I don't see the problem with a half-year smash cake, as long as he gets the full-year one for himself.)
Oh man, I think he gets cuter every day. And it's a good thing, cause if he made that screaming face and wasn't cute, it could get ugly!!
ReplyDeleteHa, love that little man.
I made a smash cake for myself and I don't have a baby, so what?
- Shecky