It's my blog and I can ramble if I want to.

I'm officially able to wear my pre-pregnancy skinny jeans.

Let's not misunderstand one another here...  when I say "skinny" I mean the fit of the jeans is skinny, not that they are thin jeans.    I currently don't own what I would call thin jeans.   But I will, dangit.  I will if it's the last thing I do.  I can't continue to see Kaylyn wearing cuter and cuter clothes everyday and Lindsay losing weight from running and not do something about myself.  

Did I say I wasn't competitive?   I'm usually not but I just can't stand by and let them be better people than me.  I can't.   I will just have to show them what it really means to be a better person and beat them into the ground...  Rub their faces all up in it.

One day.

We watched The Burbs tonight and carved pumpkins.   I carved 3 total this year.  That's how much I love it.  I didn't quite finish my pumpkins before the movie went off, so to continue the festive feeling I turned on Charlie Brown's pumpkin patch party... also known as It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.  I like my name better.  ...The end.

We got all dressed up in our sorta winter clothes today and headed out to go to Walmart and Loves to eat.   I put Piper in this incredibly cute outfit that is a 3-6 and 6 month size (which is incredible because she's still a newborn, you know) and I even got some shoes to stay on long enough to take some pictures.   We had just gotten to Walmart, I pulled her out of her seat and found that not only was their poop coming through her pants, but it was also running down her legs and out onto me.   Friends and neighbors, it had puddled in her socks.  I stood there in the parking lot not even knowing where to begin.   If anybody saw all this going on, they got a good bit of free entertainment for the day.   So basically we took a 10 minute drive to Walmart to change Piper's diaper and turned around to head home.   It was awesome.   I want that to happen more often.

While we were at Loves, I started noticing how everybody was dressing like it's 20 degrees outside.  It's in the 50's and 60's, which is considered cold around here, I know.  But I literally could dress Piper in a onesie and some socks and she'd be happy as can be.   Honestly, I step out the front door and the girl sighs.    And frankly I sigh because she's like walking around holding a heating blanket.   Just another thing she got from Carey.

Seriously, if I freeze to death this winter you'll all know why.