This week’s big revelation? I can hardly see my feet anymore. Oh sure, I can see just enough to know that its time for me to repaint my toes, but not enough to actually be the one to repaint them.
We’re in the apartment completely now. Not really settled though unless settled means boxes everywhere. I’m just too damn tired these days to unpack anything unless I actually need it. Rest assured though – my kitchen is put together. A pregnant girl has to be able to to get to her food, right? Right.
If you’ve read any of my past posts, you know of the Saga of the Cinnabon already. I swore I wouldn’t do it because I wanted the real thing, but I went ahead and made cinnamon rolls from scratch. Tasty they were. Overly buttery & fatty like Cinnabon, they were not. Oh well. The hunt continues I suppose.
I’ve recently acquired a new obsession: updating my baby registry. Its almost painful for me to walk into Babies R Us or Target without stopping at the front desk and asking for one of those damn scanner guns. No one told me how addictive those things can be! Sure, I had a registry with Kaleb but I was home on bedrest so mine was done purely online. No walking an actual store required.
I stand there at least once (sometimes twice) a week “testing out” the Chicco Cortina stroller on our registry. I can almost picture myself pushing Baby down the street to the local farmer’s market on a Tuesday afternoon, behind a bike riding Kaleb. I’d (of course) be sipping ice water from my BPA-free cup while making googly eyes at a cooing and gurgling Baby. Ha! More than likely, what’s really going to happen is I’ll drive the car the block and a half to the farmer’s market, wrestle the carrier into the stroller all the while giving Kaleb the stare that translates to “Anything less than a visegrip on this stroller is going to result in no Hot Wheels or video games for a week”. That’s if I can get up the energy to get the boys out of the house to visit the farmer’s market in the first place.
*shrugs*
