OK-so I have not been the best at updating the blog. I will admit, life as a parent sure takes up a lot of time. More and more time when the little one is awake more and more.
So, everyone knows that I LOVE MY MOM. I do-she is my best friend, I love her more than a chocolate Elvis. But, she is a stalker on facebook and my blog. Mine and my cousin, Traci's. She sends me daily updates regarding my friend's lives-yes, this would be status updates on facebook where she gets her info.
So, I get this email this evening after my last post. It reads:
"the word is utmost (i think that is correct) and buying a baby sounds a little weird for public consumption. If you are awake im on facebook, love you and see you in the am -gigi"
Seriously-I am not kidding. She stalks my blog for new posts and then stalks me for corrections.
And-she is a facebook stalker as well-she lets me know what all of my friend are up to!! God Love Her for her technological abilities!
But, really... And she is upset about the "buying a baby?" Guess what????? That is reality! A wonderful reality in my world! (But a bit of a joke-makes the whole situation easier to swallow).
So-not to be harsh about the buying a baby thing-I don't mean to down play it (I am sure that I typed that incorrectly), but it was a joke (of sorts). FYI reader...
But, I have to ultimately say-thanks mom for always having my back! No matter what!
It's just me-and all of my idiosyncrasies. I work full time, I am married, and I love my dog. We just adopted a baby girl. I am completely contradictory, I am a girlie girl, and I am impatient. I like breakfast for dinner. I like apples and peanut butter. I like wine. I like entertaining. I like sleeping. I like labels and I can be a b-with an-itch when I want to be or am pushed. I want to give my baby every opportunity in the world, and I want to teach her values and the rewards of hard work. I want more children and am scared to death of the uncertainties of adoption even though I have already done it. I love my husband. I hate that I weigh the most I ever have in my whole life. I want my husband to make a zillion dollars a year, and I want him to put up his laundry and clothes when I ask. I want what most people want-and here is my story-day by day!