Hey, y’all! As I write, I’m sitting in my (mom’s) bathrobe, in my home office, in the sun overcast rainy weather listening to my cats fight sing kumbaya.
Life is good.
My best friend got married last Friday and it was fantabulous. Really, ’twas everything she’d envisioned (and more: like getting some quiet time before the shindig, nothing but minor family drama, and much dancing and singing). To put it another way: I was stone-cold sober (thank you, stupid antibiotics that cause “severe abdominal cramping and vomiting” if mixed with booze) and I had a blast! So I’m very happy for her!
Please recall I am neither a photographer nor a particularly good snapshot-taker. Also, I suck at post-processing because apparently I don’t see colors the same way as other people. HOWEVER, I love this picture of her, laughing at me for some unknown reason.
I’m home this week, away next week, then home for good until our Anniversary Extravaganza (ie: cruise). Much as I like to wallow (ahem, “waller” as they say in the South) in work, it is nice to be sitting in my bathrobe writing a blog post at 10:39 am.
We partied in the backyard with our neighbors last night — always fun. Their son (my favorite kid) is 19 months old and a total blast. He has off-road abilities now so he tears through the yard checking things out (and finding every non-baby-proofed situation like it’s his job).
Speaking of our favorite kid…
My husband has baby-lust, or, to put it more accurately, kid-lust. Anyone else’s partner have undiagnosed kid lust? Symptoms: he zeroes in on the cute kid in any scenario, remarks often on how cool or fun or awesome someone else’s child is, scans his mental rolodex to find a worthy soul for whom to buy some toy.
The only problem is that he can’t really handle serious kid-talk yet. If I ask a genuine question (“How do you think we’ll know we’re ready for kids?”), he’ll make a joke, change the subject, or do a little dance (the only tried-and-true method of distracting me without pissing me off). I’m trying to remember the lesson I learned during our engagement: inability to hold a conversation means we need more time.
How’s your Monday going? Where are you in the “when to have a baby” saga? (Jilian, you don’t count! How are you feeling, by the way? Is that still a fair question to ask a pregnant woman?) Oh, and since I recently found out my brother’s girlfriend reads this blog (*nerves*) I feel like I should do him a favor and tell her that all of us aren’t nearly as crazy or, ahem, TMI-ish as I am. Welcome!