I'm filling my iPod with Music To Jog To. I have this flittery fluttery idea that I might try running outside tomorrow (OMG) and I will need something to keep my mind off the pain. I twittered for playlist suggestions and got some good ideas- Britney, Christina, Kanye, Avril. But I'm also including some showtunes, some Journey, some movie songs (Chariots of Fire!) and a whole lotta Cake. MMM, CAKE. What's your fave workout song?
I want to write about Molly, but it's probably best for everyone if I don't. Suffice to say Routine Is Key. You can't always adhere to the routine, though, even when you have every intention of doing so, and some stuff is just out of your control, like busting out of the swaddle halfway through the morning nap. Something like that happens and the rest of the day is shot. SHOT I TELL YOU. I'm exhausted. Also? I'm having more luck getting her to take a bottle, but now she's just not eating until almost bedtime. Fun times! Wait. I said I wasn't going to write about it. MOVING ON.
About a zillion people on Craigslist are selling the bookshelf I want, but none near me, and not in the right color anyway. I might have to actually GO TO IKEA. Which would be fine, I like Ikea, except I have no earthly idea how to go to Ikea when 1) I have to stay within a five mile radius of The Princess, 2) there's no way that bookshelf is going to fit in my car if I have Molly's carseat in there, and 3) Phillip fails to see the urgency of the situation.
Maybe the biggest thing I miss about being a Fake (Temporary?) Protestant is worship songs. Catholics get all het up about worship bands and arm waving and all that, but I miss it. Which is why I occasionally listen to Christian radio. I like about one out of 87 songs on Christian radio, but when I hear that one song my day is made. The other night 'Amazing Love' came on just as I parked the car, and I sat in the dark for two or three minutes so I could finish it out.
Phillip thought this was funny. And I am all, "Deceptiwhat?"
Jack went from Mute to Chatterbox overnight. He mostly just shouts words here and there with an occasional phrase mixed in and barely anyone can understand him. He doesn't make a lot of sense, but I've lost track of his vocabulary, mostly because he always repeats the last word of whatever you just said. We've been trying to teach him colors, which just means that everything in our house is now "Bwoo!" no matter if it's blue or orange or red. My absolute favorite word is yellow. Jack says "Yehyoh!" And it is the CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD. I march him all over the house looking for yellow things, just so I can hear "Yehyo!"
I have a Post It note stuck to my laptop. It's my to do list. And you know what makes up more than half of my list? Bloggy stuff. Yeesh. This is just to say I am a rotten visitor and commenter but I'm trying to improve. Really. What I need to do is automatically add you to my reader, or open your comment box RIGHT THEN instead of thinking, "I need to go read/comment on that site! I'll do it after I eat a fourth sugar-free ice cream bar!" because I never get around to it. And if you're not in my reader, well, for all intents and purposes you do not exist. I KNOW. I'M SORRY. Also! If you wanted me to interview you and I haven't sent you the questions yet, I haven't forgotten, I am simply allowing the brilliance to simmer.
Have a lovely weekend.