Ahhh

I just woke up from a two hour Sunday nap and can't get over how much LESS crabby I feel. Amazing what sleep will do for you. Too bad I have to now go play piano for an evening church service with fuzzy nap hair, funky nap breath, and sweaty nap wrinkles on my face. At least the people sit far enough away to probably not notice.

On another note, FOUR more days until the Red Cup arrives! When it does, I declare that Christmas music may be played to full effect. I can already taste that egg nog latte.

Guess where we were last night

He may be 58 years old and slightly jowly, but Bruce is still The Boss. Hilarious to look around the United Center and see a multitude of balding, moderately overweight men and their nipped and tucked wives jumping, dancing and rocking out with all their might.

Scott and I lucked out with two free box tickets from a friend, what a way to spend a rainy Monday night.

Coziness is...

-a fire in the fireplace and a mug of spiced apple cider in your hand

-flannel sheets and down comforters back on the beds

-Ugg slippers

-sleeping in on a chilly grey morning, all zipped up in your sleep sack

Is it wrong...

1) That I am listening to Christmas music already?

2) That the heavy gray clouds and blustery wind made me happy yesterday? Who wants 80 degree sunny days in October? Not me.

3) That I've already made my grocery list for Thanksgiving? This scares me...it's our first year to host a big holiday and the pressure is beginning to mount. Do I get a free range bird? Fresh or Frozen? Do I brine or just go Butterball? Will we be able reproduce the old family stuffing recipe? The questions are endless.

4) That ever since I received a few Starbucks cards for my birthday I can't stop going four times a week for a $4.37 white mocha...one of the worst drinks for you but it TASTES ohhhhhhhhh so good. Especially with a little whip cream. It's supposed to be my "special occasion" drink but somehow has become a more regular part of my life. That needs to change and soon.

5) That our house has blown through eight pounds of butter (thank goodness for Costco!) in the last month? Hmmm, two recipes of Anna's Parkerhouse rolls, apricot cream cheese bread, snickerdoodles, and I can't even remember what else. My arteries feel hard.

Hmmm

You know you've had too much dental work when you start having dreams involving your dentist, his hygienist and the two ladies who work behind the desk.

I just woke up from the most vivid dream...won't bore you with the details but suffice to say it involved large crowds of people following him around the office, (like Grey's Anatomy) my teeth falling out, and an organ. Yes, like a pipe organ.

Don't ask.

The first thing I did upon waking up this morning was run my tongue along the front of my mouth to make sure all those puppies were in place. Phew.

Bitter

I am bitter that it is October 8th and I am sitting here, still, STILL wearing shorts and a tank top. It was 88 degrees yesterday with a spongy humidity that made a you want to immediately shower again after walking the dog. Or the baby, whatever.

OCTOBER should not BE like THIS. It should be nippy, chilly, crisp, cool, and FALL-LIKE.

Fall is my favorite season of the year and I feel like I'm being gypped.

I want a do-over.

We're better now

Thanks for asking. No more mindnumbingly poopy diapers or sour baby throw up all over the house. It only took us two and a half weeks to get entirely over that nasty bug.

Unfortunately, I didn't know that buddy was still contagious...until AFTER he went to the nursery at our church in the city. The next morning, my friend the ER doc called and asked in a funny tone of voice what Sam's symptoms were.

Her 6 month old started throwing up Monday morning. It was little Jude's first ever week in nursery. Doh. So SO sorry Rachel. And Katie. And anyone else we passed this along to...just look at the bright side, we're building up their immune systems, right?

Right? right? Ehhh.

Lucky Me

...To have a mom who still throws me a birthday party. Look at that gorgeous homemade chocolate cake with cream cheese frosting. It was a special evening with my precious family, what a great way to ring in a new decade.

I'm 30 now. It's weird, when I was 17 I could not fathom being this old. OLD. This was such an unimaginable age to my teenage brain, and now, here we are.

I still feel like I'm 17 inside though. Will that ever change?

8:09 am

By 8:09 am this morning I had already changed four poopy diapers. Yep, each time involving an outfit change, full wipedown, air dry and then Desitin all over.

Four.

And the little guy gets up about 7:00 am too, so that's like changing a stinky diaper every 17.25 minutes.

But then I look into this little face and realize there's nothing more important that I should be doing with my life right now. It is a privilege to be home with him and to be the one who changes him when he needs it.