|A rare example of me not toasting the ever loving shit of the strudel|
Why do I buy cherries? If the price alone doesn't make me regret it, the fact that I can't eat a reasonable amount will surely bite me in the butt. I can't say this about many foods, but cherries are one of the things that I always eat until I feel slightly ill. Even though I know this, I still can't resist buying them when they are on sale.
|At least I don't have a 50K tomorrow|
Not putting the dog in her kennel when I go out. Despite the fact that I'm still running, I'm really a lazy, lazy pregnant person. I hate running up and down the stairs and catching the dog, running upstairs with her, catching the kid, running back DOWN the stairs...ugh, I'm tired just thinking of that. Since Peanut's issue seems to be with getting into trouble in the kitchen, this is my "good enough" solution:
|I could vault that gate in a second|
|But I'm going to take a nap first.|
Still using the changing table. I know it's too small, but man it's easier to change her and get her dressed on that thing. What do people without changing tables use??
|That looks comfortable, right?|
|Oh Mommy, you need to move on already.|
My endless enjoyment of making fun of Twilight. I know I'll never convert anyone over to my thinking, but I still get a lot of pleasure out of trying.
|Man, I love Buffy|
Believing people when they tell me that I look "small" or "huge". I'm 100% certain that I'm average sized, but when people exclaim about my size, I always believe them for at least a few hours. Pregnancy apparently makes you susceptible to flattery (or I guess "YOU ARE HUUUGE" could be an insult?)
|22 weeks tomorrow|
The last thing for this list: I should know better than to leave Faith alone for 5 minutes (I was making bread) because she always finds trouble.
|Why don't you go in the kitchen Mommy, I'll just play nicely here.|
|How do you like my new organization system for my toys?|
Yeah, she moved a large amount of her toys (and the dog's toys) to the entertainment center. A toddler's mind is really a mystery.
What do you do, even though you should know better?