1. Why are Golden Grahams so good? No, I did not eat a half box of them today.
2. One thing that's awesome about not being pregnant (FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF TIME!): cleaning with chemicals. Not that I need to inhale my favorite ammonia and bleach cocktail or anything, but it's nice not to have to feel like I have to hold my breath every time I smell a cleaning product for fear that my kid will grow up to be like some Real World Road Rules Challenge bozo.
3. I'm a terrible blogger lately. I know! But I actually do Instagram pretty regularly right now. My name is mandypkeaton. When Charlie was itty bitty, I didn't want to be that person who only posted pictures of their kids on social media. Sometime in the last year I let go of that bull jive (and even regretted not having more Instagram pictures of him), and decided that if you didn't want to see pictures of these little humans I grew using my body (and the cutest dingo this side of the Mississippi), then you just don't have to follow me. Right? And if you do want to see pictures of said tiny humans, there are plenty there for your enjoyment.
4. Loving Mad Men this season. What do you think?
5. Ever since I had Matilda, the fingers on my right hand have been numb. What's the deal with that? Super weird. Who needs hands or fingers, though, amIright?
6. Charlie walks! He also rearranges furniture and dances in a way that might make you think he's auditioning for the sequel to Magic Mike. I have videos of this dance, and am not posting them on the internet. But bet your ass I'm saving them for blackmail!
7. Matilda's like the sweetest baby ever. She's super cuddly and cute and sweet and insanely cute. Charlie has begun to warm to her (he now gives her head pats that are gentle, at least for him, instead of screaming at us every time we pick her up). Mitch has loved her from the beginning (don't even try to do something to her or he'll bite your face off), but goes under the bed when she cries. I'm pretty smitten, too.
8. I want to see The Great Gatsby. I'm excited because it's Baz and because he's such a spaz and I think he'd do a good job with the party stuff and 1920's New York. But people who romanticize the bejeezus out of the story are getting on my nerves. I love the book as much as the next gal--for serious--but let's not lose sight of the fact that almost every single character in the book is a giant asshole. And the one guy who's not an asshole is a murderer. So there's that. Still, I want to see it. Assholes can be fun. I think that came out wrong.
9. I'd been craving those crappy gas station powdered sugar doughnuts since I was pregnant with Charlie. So, like, for two years I wanted them but never allowed myself to eat them for some reason. Finally, the other day, I caved and got a bag, thinking that once I actually had them I'd realize that they're crap and I wouldn't want them anymore. Well, guess what? Powdered sugar doughnuts are delicious, and I don't care if they're crap or not. I want them again.
Well, I'm off to go sleep on my stomach! Amazeballs!
2. One thing that's awesome about not being pregnant (FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF TIME!): cleaning with chemicals. Not that I need to inhale my favorite ammonia and bleach cocktail or anything, but it's nice not to have to feel like I have to hold my breath every time I smell a cleaning product for fear that my kid will grow up to be like some Real World Road Rules Challenge bozo.
3. I'm a terrible blogger lately. I know! But I actually do Instagram pretty regularly right now. My name is mandypkeaton. When Charlie was itty bitty, I didn't want to be that person who only posted pictures of their kids on social media. Sometime in the last year I let go of that bull jive (and even regretted not having more Instagram pictures of him), and decided that if you didn't want to see pictures of these little humans I grew using my body (and the cutest dingo this side of the Mississippi), then you just don't have to follow me. Right? And if you do want to see pictures of said tiny humans, there are plenty there for your enjoyment.
4. Loving Mad Men this season. What do you think?
5. Ever since I had Matilda, the fingers on my right hand have been numb. What's the deal with that? Super weird. Who needs hands or fingers, though, amIright?
6. Charlie walks! He also rearranges furniture and dances in a way that might make you think he's auditioning for the sequel to Magic Mike. I have videos of this dance, and am not posting them on the internet. But bet your ass I'm saving them for blackmail!
7. Matilda's like the sweetest baby ever. She's super cuddly and cute and sweet and insanely cute. Charlie has begun to warm to her (he now gives her head pats that are gentle, at least for him, instead of screaming at us every time we pick her up). Mitch has loved her from the beginning (don't even try to do something to her or he'll bite your face off), but goes under the bed when she cries. I'm pretty smitten, too.
8. I want to see The Great Gatsby. I'm excited because it's Baz and because he's such a spaz and I think he'd do a good job with the party stuff and 1920's New York. But people who romanticize the bejeezus out of the story are getting on my nerves. I love the book as much as the next gal--for serious--but let's not lose sight of the fact that almost every single character in the book is a giant asshole. And the one guy who's not an asshole is a murderer. So there's that. Still, I want to see it. Assholes can be fun. I think that came out wrong.
9. I'd been craving those crappy gas station powdered sugar doughnuts since I was pregnant with Charlie. So, like, for two years I wanted them but never allowed myself to eat them for some reason. Finally, the other day, I caved and got a bag, thinking that once I actually had them I'd realize that they're crap and I wouldn't want them anymore. Well, guess what? Powdered sugar doughnuts are delicious, and I don't care if they're crap or not. I want them again.
Well, I'm off to go sleep on my stomach! Amazeballs!
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So Cute!!! How can I stalk your baby pictures if I don't have Instagram???
ReplyDeleteUm...that came out creepier than I thought it would...
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