1. a book that teaches me how to be a mother of a 2 year old that can tear up a room in three minutes flat.
1a. or maybe just a lesson in how to pick up objects larger than a matchbox car with my toes.
1b. or maybe just larger toes.
2. a tub of lotion the size of texas because my skin itches ALL.THE.TIME.
3. someone to call clint and tell him not to leave me because the person he married doesn't live here anymore. i feel like i pick up all day long but you can't even tell because my son is like a tornado. seriously. think of that cartoon character. the tasmanian devil. THAT'S what he's like. exactly like that. and i don't think i have even made eye contact with my husband today. between laundry, cleaning out under the stairs, removing the frog potty from pratt's bedroom, pratt's closet and the top stair (idk. he likes to go in weird places), i really haven't visited with clint all day. and it's only 735 pm and i'm already completely and totally exhausted.
4. sonic to start carrying caffeine free ddp. because my ice isn't like sonic ice. i need it over sonic ice.
5. spencer to come and remove all the bad foods from my house. and spencer, don't forget about my candy hiding places. (above the computer....long story short, it keeps the twix a tad bit warm; in the pantry under the brownie pan; etc, etc.)
6. bigger bras. enough said. it's tragic. i won't go into detail. it's too depressing.
7. dr. s. to tell me that i can cut back on the prenatal vitamins because y'all...i'm having some serious bathroom issues.
i'm gonna stop here. because now i'm just getting gross.
About Me
- hannah
- i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
3 comments:
You freaking crack me up. I am sitting here holding Cerly and I woke her up because I was laughing so hard. Seriously. Amen to the prenatal comment!!! And the candy one. I have to hide my candy too...from Brandon. He is too worried about my teeth. He should be worried about what happens when I dont have the candy-haha. Great post, I needed a good laugh.
I'm not Dr. S. but here's some free OB advice: Drop the prenatal and just take flintstone vitamins for now. All the iron in the prenatal will constipate you and tear your stomach up, and you really don't need the iron until around 26-28 weeks when you start significantly expanding your blood volume.
Take care!
DN
Hannah, I feel like my house will never be clean...I've given up. Oh, and ask your sonic for a bag of ice. We can buy them at ours...then you can have your CF ddp like they were meant to be.
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