I’ve decided I need to move someplace that has one month of winter, one month of summer and fall the rest of the year. I’m getting tired of sweating one day and freezing the next, or, better yet, freezing in the morning, sweating in the afternoon and switching back to freezing around 2am.
With Beckett trying to spend as much time on his own two feet as possible, I am fighting the urge to bubble wrap everything, including our hardwood floors. I get the easy clean-up and less allergens, but I want carpet. Wall-to-wall carpet, not just area rugs. It makes crawling around on the floor chasing after babies easier and it’s a lot softer for babies who fall down 5,872 times a day.
New home builders should start including an extra room in their floor plans designed for the sole purpose of storing outgrown children’s clothing and baby gear. It should have deep wall to wall shelves on one side, enough built in drawers to hold about five years worth of clothing and special hooks/cubbies to accommodate all the big items.
I actually enjoy good political discussions and debates, so election years are fun for me. What really bugs me, though, are the nicknames people give to The Other Candidate or The Other Party. It bothers me whether they are doing it to My Candidate or The Other Candidate. To me, it makes me discount everything the person is saying if they can’t make their point without being rude. I fully support people making use of their right to free speech however they choose. If they really want me to take them seriously, though, they’ll make their point using respectful language that would make nice old ladies proud.
My earlier style post has me wondering what exactly are “mom jeans”? When I was younger, mom jeans were high-waisted, tapered-to-the-ankle jeans. Sometimes pleats were involved. Boot cut jeans were considered universally flattering and makeover shows everywhere convinced women to ditch their “mom jeans” in favor of boot cuts, regardless of whether you even owned a pair of boots. Now I’m hearing boot cut jeans being labeled “mom jeans”. So, what are the current “mom jeans”, or possibly more important, what aren’t? If my only non-mom jean options are low rise or skinny, I’m screwed.
At least 95% of my posts are typed one handed with either a wiggly or sleeping Beckett on my lap. Sometimes this results in typos or poorly phrased sentences. The me who needs to do something semi-creative even if it isn’t perfect and the former grammar police editor me are constantly at odds over this current fact of life.
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I still need to make Beckett’s Halloween costume. I think I have decided on the Stay-Puft marshmallow man. I don’t think he’ll hate me too much. I suppose if I don’t get his costume worked out, I could just dress him in normal baby clothes and say he is Stormageddon. Either way.