I really should do this more often.

I'm going through my closet today and goodwilling a bunch of my clothes.  There are a couple of questions I'm asking myself as I sort.  1. Have I worn this in the last year or rather had I worn this in the last year before I got pregnant.  2. Does it fit?      The second question is pretty much a no for all of my clothes, unfortunately.   So then I have to sort them into two piles.  The "it doesn't fit but it could if I lost some weight" and the "this will never, ever fit me again because I'm not in highschool anymore."   Sadly, I only go through my closet every ten years or so.  

It's a very satisfying feeling getting rid of so much stuff.  

The best part is looking at all the tags on these clothes.   You can tell I buy cheap clothes.  I'm finding Walmart brands like Miley Sirus (that is actually a bit embarrassing) and JCPenny's "Feminosity".  Ok, I made that one up but I'm pretty sure I've seen something like it before.  

My favorite is a suit from the brand "Le Suit".      For those of you who don't know that's French for The Suit.

Classy.

I'm not a cannibal

Piper laughed today for the first time. Carey was laughing and she laughed back at him.    It was the cutest thing I've ever seen.    I promptly ate her.   I couldn't help myself.

Now she's laying on her mat sucking her thumb and rubbing the back of her head with her other hand.  

Wait.   Why am I on here rather than sitting and staring in amazement at her?

Peace out, home fries.

I don't know why I said that.

My favorite

You know the box of pumpkins with Charlie Brown on the side that they've started putting out at Walmart?  

This is my happy place.   

If I ever have a blank look on my face it's because I've gone there in my mind.

Well, that and Disney World.


Just thought you should know.

Fine. You win.

I am not a competitive person.   I've decided that's why I don't like playing games.  (To Carey's great disappointment.)   And it's not just that I'm not competitive against other people.. I'm not even competitive against myself.   I see competitiveness in someone and think "No that's ok.   You win."   I see it as a complete waste of energy.  Not that I'm right. I'm just being honest here.

So here's the problem.  I need to lose weight. You see, I just had a baby and I also just happen to love donuts.   And for the first time in my life I wish I was competitive.  I hear people talking about losing weight by making it a competition either with their own self or with their spouse or a friend.   The only time that I ever lost a noticeable amount of weight was back in high school. I signed up for a gym class that I thought would be a free be?.....  freeby?....  free b?....  an easy A and would you believe the teacher actually expected me to do something?!  Honestly, I was shocked. The point is, the only time I've ever lost weight is when I was forced to participate in physical activity.  I try to do it on my own and I give up after a few months of half hearted attempts with no noticeable difference.   I went to a personal trainer.  No results and a lot of wasted money.   ...Ok maybe minimal results.     I even tried to exercise with Lindsay a while back.   We walked and then wound up at my house eating homemade chocolate chip cookie dough.

I think I have issues with sugar.   And laziness.

So now I'm thinking of trying weight watchers.  Carey might even go with me.  Maybe if we're both doing this thing I'll actually stick to it.   Maybe I'll even find a little bit of competitiveness way deep, deep down inside me.  Maybe I'll wake up one day and completely hate the sight of cookies.

I'm not gonna hold my breath.   Let's be real here.

P.S.  It's freebie.   I googled it.

Desperation is the mother of invention

I love running errands. I love going out for lunch.  I love shopping.  After I had Piper I had several flip out moments where Piper would start screaming bloody murder while we were out...  out as in 30 minutes from home.   And I'd have to make several stops along the way so that I could get in the back, take her out of her seat and try to get her to quiet down.   I know this is just something most new mothers go through.  Which is why I guess people stop going out after they've had a baby.  But see, I'm selfish enough to think this is absolutely unacceptable.  I wanna still be able to go to Homegoods, dangit.  There's no telling what kind of deals I'm missing out on.  

So long story short, I've discovered that if I throw a blanket or pull the car seat and stroller cover together, she will sleep.   And I mean sleep like hours.   But a blanket falls and you don't always have the stroller with you.   So I found this product called the snooze shade.  It's basically a cover for the car seat and stroller that you velcro in place and it's black so it throws them into darkness.   I paid something like $30 for it.  

Guess what I figured out today?   A changing table cover does the same thing and it costs considerably less.   And it works on both the stroller and the car seat.

I ordered the snooze shade from amazon so there's no refunds.  

Stupid snooze shade.

P.S. - I'm not gonna say I'm a genius for thinking of the changing table cover.   I'm too humble.  

Not yo average teenager

We have a couple of family members and friends who homeschool.  I like to talk to them about it whenever I can because I keep thinking that I'd like to try it with the Pipes and our future son - Herman McManus Casey.   Most people worry about homeschooling because of the "lack of social interaction".   They seem to be concerned about their children being different.

...Can I just ask - has anybody been around the average pre-teen and teenager?   Why in the world would you NOT want your kid to be different?    It's like from the movie Spanglish.   The girl is talking to Adam Sandler about sending her daughter to this prep school.  She says that if she sends her, one of two things will happen.  She will either make herself to be like them or she will be odd.   And then Adam Sandler says something like "You gotta be rooting for odd, right?"   As Kaylyn would say...  you cut to the core of me Baxter.   Seriously, I would so rather she be odd than like the average kid.  But maybe that's just me.

And for that matter, I went to school and I'll be darned if I wasn't one of the weirdest, oddest kids there. 

The memories.  Oh the awkward memories.