Baby enjoys his nakie time.
He fights me now when I try to put his nighttime clothes now.
I don’t mind. I enjoy seeing his rolls.
Freak Accident
May 27, 2011 By Leave a Comment
Yesterday after work I stopped by a gas station to fill my front tires with air. I squatted down to get the air going and when I stood back up my knee locked in the worst way.
I couldn’t bear weight on my right leg. I couldn’t move from the spot from where I stood. I did, however, finish putting air in my tires (a dollar for AIR!!).
I called my husband to let him know. This has happened in the past. Usually my knee will “pop” back into place and that’s it. It didn’t. Hubby came to my rescue. He also forgot my heels on top of car and drove off (oh well).
Today, grandma watched the baby while I moped on the couch trying to sleep of the hospital strength Motrin.
Ps. I hate crutches.
Overhauling
May 26, 2011 By 2 Comments
I’m going to be honest: I dislike wordpress. Actually, I dislike a lot of blogging platforms.
It’s been four years since I moved everything to this site yet I still don’t understand all of the functions. I like to call it “WordPress Ignorance”.
Over the next couple of days post will probably disappear (a big blogging no no, but it needs to happen), the site’s appearance will change, and the widgets will hopefully help navigate (not distract).
The site will also be down throughout the day, but not like it really matters since I only have one reader. Hi David! If he isn’t the only person reading let me know in the comments. I’d LOVE to hear what you want me to change on my blog.
Car Napper
May 23, 2011 By Leave a Comment
David and I are wrapping (rapping??? Darn you morning brain!) up his birthday weekend today. We both took the day off to do as we please. What are we going to do today? David is going to take pictures of a golf course and I’m going to work so Gabriel can see Auntie Jennie.
His morning nap falls around the time that we decided to leave so he can sleep in the car. He won’t sleep if mommy is sitting in the back with him… unless he’s holding onto my finger and I sing to him.
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