I bought a milkshake one day with the full intent of sharing it with Caleb. I figured I'd get half the calories that way, right? My justification was sound. Well, little man fell asleep in the car. So Mama drank the whole dang thing. Yum. And I'm not as sorry about it as I probably should be.
Speaking of sheets, I am totally OCD about bed-making. I literally can't start my day unless the bed is made. And if it goes unmade for a few hours, I just feel gross and disgusting.
I've been so tired lately, I just haven't gotten around to finishing out the seasonal switcheroo of my closet. So, while shorts and summer dresses have been nixed from the premises, there are still flip flops and summer sandals hanging out in my closet. Which makes getting dressed interesting. "Let's see, today, I'll wear this sweater...with these sandals? No. Nope, that won't work." Commence digging for appropriate footwear.
Update: I completed the footwear switch-out last night. And, Lawd have mercy. Was it a job. It just about did me in. After huffing and puffing, and digging and sorting, and boxing and organizing, there is nary a flip flop to be found in my closet. I did however begin to realize that my husband may just be right. I really might not need any more shoes.
Especially boots. Y'all. I have 10 pairs of boots. Not counting booties. Not counting ankle boots. Nope. Just regular, right at the knee style boots. Granted, some have wedge heels. Some are riding boots. Some are suede. Some are leather. They're all different. But, 10? Yeah. I think I'm set.
I was looking through some of the pictures on my phone last night, and came across these shots of Caleb before he got his hair cut. When he still had his precious head of curls. I started crying and I couldn't stop. Where did my baby go???
I'm trying to get excited about all things holiday this year, but my usual sparkle just hasn't arrived yet. I blame it on exhaustion right now. Hoping the twinkle shows up soon, since Christmas stuff is already showing up in my local Target.
Speaking of Target, anyone ever noticed that their baby/toddler section is almost always totally picked over? Or is that just my Target? Note to Target: get it together. I have not had to use any willpower while shopping lately and that, my friends, is just scary.
Baby pjs are my downfall. I want every pair of Christmas pjs I see for Caleb. Does he need them? No. Will he wear them all? Probably not. But that doesn't stop me from thinking that he desperately needs them.
And that's all I've got for today! What's going on in your pretty heads today, ladies?