This week the weather has been amazing. Not too hot, not too cold. The just right inbetween place of space that never lasts long. The kind of weather that makes me want to quit the internet and go harvest something on some farm. And then cook it with my bare hands over an open fire.
My mom came to visit this week, and by visit I mean help me get my crap together. A diaster/funk/reconnaissance relief trip of sorts. She was here over 48 hours, and never left my house.
She made a pot roast, and folded loads and loads of laundry. Cleaned the kitty litter, and helped me tackle the girls room, (previously known as the space mommy had a private meltdown because she couldn’t handle the epic little girl state of disorganization.
I’m learning that sometimes this momma need her mommy too. And that doesn’t equal failure.
While she was here, I spent some time going through an old 12 month bin of boys clothes handed down from Gage. I simply cannot believe my last baby is almost a year old already, and he’s easily fitting into “big boy” clothes already.
This sweater Paul is wearing I bought for .60 cents, straight up 1950’s style. I honestly don’t think Gage ever wore it (or at least don’t remember), but know Paul will sport it often.
I don’t post here as often as I wish anymore, but I’m still plugging away 5 days a week at babble, per usual. Stuff that I usually would write here, ended up over there. Just paying the bill.
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And if you’re local to Indianapolis, you still have until Sunday night to enter my giveaway to win 2 tickets to the The Kellogg’s Tour of Gymnastics show, which is coming to The Bankers Like Fieldhouse on November 2nd! We will be there and would love for you to join us.
Ok, I’m off. I’m (mostly) unplugging for the rest of the weekend, gonna have me a good time. I have a few more chapters left in this book, and I can’t wait to finish them. Got any good book suggestions for me when I’m done? Something light and fluffy, hold the cheesy.