Monthly Archives December 2010

Did I spell pregnancy right in the title?

This is what I’m living with lately.  Some serious pregnancy brain.  It’s bad, folks.  Case in point, I just had to re-type the word “folks” five times until I got it right.

While pregnant with Jeremiah, I was a little loopy, but more clumsy than anything.  Most of my maternity shirts didn’t make it into the storage box because they were so stained with whatever food or thing I bumped into or spilled on myself.

But this time around, I genuinely have no idea where my head is.  There are the usual goofy things like putting the cereal in the fridge and trying to wash my face with shampoo, but then there are just the off the wall things that I have no idea what went wrong there...

Well, unlike all of you out there who have faithfully chronicled each day of December in photos, I’ve kind of done the opposite of that.

As in, not blogging for the whole first half of the month.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not in the Christmas spirit.  No, no, no, my friends.  And since I’m such a lousy photographer and an even lousy-er photo-uploader, I thought I’d do my own December Photo Project…in words.

Picture this: if you were to walk in our home right now, you’d see a lovely tree in the corner, lovingly decorated, and re-decorated, (actually, daily re-decorated) and a few “bottom tier” ornaments a little worse for the wear. Also, the ribbon going around the top half of the tree is completely different from the one wrapped around the bottom half...

Last night as I watched him sleep, Jeremiah looked more to me like a baby than the toddler he has quickly become.  And then I remembered flashbacks from our day:

I remembered our trip to Walmart together, how he managed to con me into letting him out of the cart, and as you all know, once they come out, they never go back in.  I suppose I was feeling optimistic that maybe he would just hold on to the cart and patiently follow me around the store.  But my optimism was soon squashed when he started pushing the cart into strangers, getting frustrated when we weren’t moving, and my favorite, running away from me, leaving me to abandon my groceries and purse in order to pursue a ridiculously fast 15 month old.

I remembered the reason I surrendered and let him out of the cart was because of h...