I'm a hoarder. I blame my mom. I think I've mentioned her hoarding that she claims she doesn't have a problem with (she just might NEED those things someday. Luckily, she is still able to sleep in her bed and it isn't filled with random chairs and awkward statues or anything.) It's genetic. This week we were putting some stuff up in our cabinets and I found TWO boxes of girl scout cookies that I had apparently "saved" for later. They were from last year--2009. January. I know this because we had a party for Ben's bday and I hid them so no one would eat them. Memory-failed. Delicious treat for me though. It's like finding $20 in a coat pocket... only with the threat of disease or something.
Glammy is visiting again and has a NEW CAR. We'll try her car out tomorrow I'm thinking. Today we had our first shopping adventure with the Glams. Sad, but true story, we went to the Gap (due to my pudge) and the girl that works there was like, "I didn't even know you were pregnant!" Yah, I apparently go there THAT much. Weird? Maybe. Then my docs office called to remind me of my appointment tomorrow and the front desk lady chatted it up also and asked all about le bebe.
Theory--I shop too often and have a unhealthy love of the doctors office.
Pictures below--and yes, I realize I also have a deep love and devotion to the monogramming. Luckily, Glammy also has a monogramming/embroidery business.
We went to our 2 week check up today (where they tortured him) and he now weighs 7.6 lbs! He was 6.11 at birth! way to go Fin!
Griffin's first minute of laying in his crib. He'll revisit this at a later date and time.
After his bath. Which he hates. A lot.