(1)So today, this totally happened:
First of all, how the heck is my teeny tiny, itty bitty, just born, like, 12 minutes ago baby big enough to sit in the Bumbo already? It's UNPOSSIBLE!
Second of all, I had my back turned and all of a sudden I heard Cecilia saying "Bwess us, oh Ward, in veese vy gifts, which we awe about to weceive..." and then I saw what she was doing and I was all "Jesus, you may offer me my high-five now."
If you gander at the fb page, you can see another pic of that small pink baby, this time grinning, dimple and all. Trust me- totally worth it!
(3)Earlier this week I posted a review of some conditioner (deep and moving, yes), but I had no photo of my actual hair. Just me and my erroneous claims that it was no longer like an afghan stitched to my scalp. Because y'all, my family sucks at taking photos. And by "family" I mean children. Mostly because they're, like, children and stuff.
Anyway, you demanding demandersons pointed out this lack of photographic evidence and called me out on my laziness. So, *insert big sigh*, I had to attempt a self portrait of my own head.
This photo is so awkward. And kindly imagine concealer around my eyes. Also, paint me with 3 or 4 extra hours of sleep. Because I had to give you a totally unedited image so it would be all "authentic" and junk. Just focus on the hair. Deep breath...
See? Told ya!
Also, do you see the mustard yellow and teal color combo there? How Pinteresty of me. And, totally got those at Goodwill the day of the Beautiful Day. I was just so tired of wearing maternity clothes but none of my regular clothes fit yet and instead of motivating me to actually exercise, they just made me depressed, which drives me to the cabinet to eat the mini m&ms. (Except they're all gone now. Which is probably why I haven't given you a "back in shape after baby" update in a while. Doh.)
But I finally, finally, finally, just this morning, did day 1 of Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred (on Youtube. No way am I spending my not-so-hard-earned-by-me American dollars just to hear her run her mouth for 26 minutes a day)! She is so freaking annoying it's not even funny. "I hope you know me...." *smug smirk*. WHAPAAAAAH! (that's the sound of me slapping her). I've heard good things about the results, though, so I'm gonna try to stick to it. Try.
You know what else I tried doing? Making tomato sauce from the 17 bushels of tomatoes out of our garden!
Can I be honest? It's not that delicious, and I don't know what I could have done better. BUT...it was super fun to do. The kids and I mashed the heck out of those things with the food mill, so it was all worth it. And I'm gonna make people eat it anyway, because I'm mean like that.
Don't you wish you were one of my kids?