I have a new tactic of responding to scammers via Facebook (there are sooo many??) by saying “you’re under arrest” to make the stop. To scare them? It usually doesn’t work but it JUST WORKED. he apologized and blocked me
hehehehe
I’ve had the US Air Force and Marine Corps fight songs in my head for the past three days. Malachi has probably heard them both 15 times, but I’m not in indoctrinating because he’s not allowed to join the military!!!!
I started off the day with the best intentions of putting on an ugly outfit to wear just until I take a shower at Malachi’s first nap around 11am (so I wouldn’t waste a good outfit with a few hours’ wear). But next thing I know it’s 4:30pm and I still haven’t showered, still wearing a butt ugly outfit. God bless
I still wear a shirt that I won in a contest when I was in 9th grade, but now it has a hole in the armpit the size of my fist. But I CAN’T throw it away. I feel very attached. Christopher thinks that’s so silly but it’s normal???
I’ve reached an age where (I guess?) people have matured out of wiping their nose on their sleeves. Should I follow suit, or keep doing my own thing?
Christopher wouldn’t let me wake Malachi up from a nap so I waited until he went outside, then whispered “get up” into the intercom of the baby monitor. HAHAHA. in hindsight. I love him so much
9 month check-in:
I call Malachi a “bunion” and Christopher calls him a “turducken.” Nothing is normal over here.
So from now on, when someone says to me “what does assuming do?” (makes an ass out of you and me) I’m going to pretend they never spoke. It’s so dumb
Top reasons I’m thankful to be paralyzed in the wintertime, every year:
#1: when I’m lying in bed I can mash my freezing cold hands against my lower abdomen, and not feel the discomfort of the contrast.
#2: as long as I wear a sweatshirt, I can continue to wear dresses all through the cold weather. I look like a LOON, but why would I leave my house during cold weather, anyway???
hehe, see paralysis isn’t so bad
I got my first visible tattoo (& first one that I could feel!!) today and I kinda wanna see how long until I have to admit to it? This is a funny game I play
(it didn’t hurt! I love it!!)
I just bought a sweatshirt (for around the house) in a color called “safety orange.” See what marriage has done to me
My heart rate stays in the fat burn zone the whole time I take a shower (water is too hot? I’m excited? why?) and only some of the time when I’m working out. soooo I asked myself. Why do I work out and why not just take more showers?
This is a real question and I don’t have an answer.
Check-in:
I couldn’t IMAGINE leaving my house on New Year's night. Good call. Here we are (at home, warm, about to sleep)
Update on the talking competition:
Malachi is saying “dada” like he’s being paid to say it. No “mama” yet and Christopher is going by “papa,” so I still have a FLYIN CHANCE. The stakes are high (jk) but this is exciting (to me).
[another] difference between pre and post-baby Kristin:
“What are we going to do for New Years? We’re gotta do something”
vs. now, I have ZERO desire to leave my house, miss his bedtime, or be social. I still stay up late, but commonnnnnnn I don’t want to do anything. help and who am I
Malachi is easy because all I need to do when he cries is get close to his face and say “plop, plop, plop” until he stops crying and smiles at me. I’ve figured this kid out
in my lap, between my thighs is like a scrapbook of things I eat during the day. just because I drop crumbs in my lap, sit on them, and find them later when I transfer out of my chair. is this gross? or not