Sleep Schmeep

Do you know me? Then you know I love reading and I love writing. But there's a problem with my self-control. If I'm way into either one of these things at any given moment, it's basically impossible to stop. Like last night for example. It seems like a good idea to sit in front of the computer all hours of the night at the time. Until my baby wakes up and wants to eat. Or my three-year-old wants breakfast. How did parents ignore their children before TV was invented? If I had a dollar for every time Kincade has said to me, "Come to bed! It's 2 a.m.!" I would be a very wealthy woman.

Metal Mouth

Because I wanted to look uber cool, I decided to get new retainers from my dentist. Hopefully that one errant tooth will get pushed back into place very quickly so I can stop wearing the bottom one 24/7. The only thing better looking than having extra baby weight is having extra baby weight while wearing retainers.

Stella Says

Scene 1
Stella dressed herself, putting on a brown and pink dress, red shoes, and Snow White underwear.

Paige: You should wear your pink shoes because the red shoes don't match that dress.
Stella: They match Snow White.


Scene 2
Stella finished crying after throwing a tantrum of some sort.

Stella: I need a washcloth.
Paige: How come?
Stella: To wipe my tears.


Scene 3
Stella picked out a shirt with buttons instead of one that pulls over her head, which she hates more than anything and always struggles.

Stella: I like this shirt because it doesn't go over my head. Sometimes I just freak out.

Ballerina Bear

Since Stella didn't get to wear this outfit today, someone else did:

Hungry Mungry

I don't understand the eating habits of my child. If I never made Stella eat, she could probably happily play all day long without a thought of food. But me? The time between meals is just filler time until I can get my next meal.

Almost Two Months

Every now and then I get a glimpse of Stella, but mostly I see my family, especially my brother and myself, when I look at Macy.

I Heart Eggs

Especially scrambled. And especially hardboiled and fried. I like them dyed at Easter then made into egg salad even though they're all colored and weird looking; I like them on breakfast sandwiches from McDonald's even though its a flat square of egg, like it was flattened with a rolling pin then cut out with a square cookie cutter. I even like the ones at buffets where there's a huge pile and it's like one giant chunk of scrambled egg, and then they get cold and rubbery on your plate. I heart them anyway.

P.S. I tried eggs Benedict once. Not delicious.