All is -
I swear, Miss Mary has a sixth sense. My title was going to be "all is calm, " because it's almost midnight here and it was, and as soon as I got my cursor onto the subject line, I heard a thump from her crib. Now I'm just hoping that was a mere shift and not her deciding it would be super fun to hang out right now.
That, and now I can't remember what it was I was going to write. My daughter decided it would be great to grab a candle off a display at Yankee Candle and take a bite out of it because it smelled like a cookie...good times. Once we determined she was okay, my friend Kristen and I could not stop laughing about it. I mean, I saw her playing with it and didn't even think about the fact that she would think it was food. Don't worry, all my cleaning agents are well out of reach, I'm not THAT incompetent, but that was a lesson learned. Poor kid could not understand why we were making such a fuss over getting that votive away from her, either. :) I think those are Tim's genes at work...if it's not nailed down or on fire, he'll probably eat it. And maybe even if it is.
What else? Things continue to go well here. I am super excited about Christmas. I am less excited about my weight loss plateau, especially since this looks like it will be about as good as it gets for awhile. No one ever tells you that you might lose all the baby weight (I'm actually lower than I was when I got pregnant with Mary) but your body is going to look totally different. Or maybe they did and I just didn't pay attention and/or believe them. That sounds more like me.
This is getting way too random and boring. Plus, I am getting hungry, but in an effort not to turn into Shamu, will put the ferret babies away and go to bed. And possibly delete this entire thing. It's like drunk posting, but even more stupid. Woot!
That, and now I can't remember what it was I was going to write. My daughter decided it would be great to grab a candle off a display at Yankee Candle and take a bite out of it because it smelled like a cookie...good times. Once we determined she was okay, my friend Kristen and I could not stop laughing about it. I mean, I saw her playing with it and didn't even think about the fact that she would think it was food. Don't worry, all my cleaning agents are well out of reach, I'm not THAT incompetent, but that was a lesson learned. Poor kid could not understand why we were making such a fuss over getting that votive away from her, either. :) I think those are Tim's genes at work...if it's not nailed down or on fire, he'll probably eat it. And maybe even if it is.
What else? Things continue to go well here. I am super excited about Christmas. I am less excited about my weight loss plateau, especially since this looks like it will be about as good as it gets for awhile. No one ever tells you that you might lose all the baby weight (I'm actually lower than I was when I got pregnant with Mary) but your body is going to look totally different. Or maybe they did and I just didn't pay attention and/or believe them. That sounds more like me.
This is getting way too random and boring. Plus, I am getting hungry, but in an effort not to turn into Shamu, will put the ferret babies away and go to bed. And possibly delete this entire thing. It's like drunk posting, but even more stupid. Woot!