Hippy Food Box.

So the hubs and I have recently signed up for a hippy food box delivery every other week. Yesterday was the first day of our hippy-ness. I found it fitting that I also had Starbucks that morning and attempted to buy lipgloss. We're like those fake hippies that go to a hippy music festival in their bmw, expensive jeans, haven't showered or brushed their hair, and a piece of leather tied around their heads.

I'm not one of those people as I have showered EVERYDAY since Griffin has been born. You may not think that's a big deal, but it is.

Anyway, so last night we had sweet potato greens, acorn squash, and pork chops. The box is kind of awesome. We're also thinking of signing up with another hippy food company that does meat, fruit and cheeses. I heart cheese. A lot.

Anyway, so back to my lip gloss. One, they seem to only have it online even though I've purchased it in store before. The ladies at the counter look confused when I ask for the color I want. Then, Kathy, tells me how she stayed home with her baby 17 years ago, well, her and her husband, now ex, not of her choice, ran a company, and then a few years ago he had a mid-life crisis and left her and that was fine with her and she let him take everything because really, the best gift he could give her was letting her stay home.

1. I had mentioned I'm going back to work (which I don't want to do). Perhaps you shouldn't keep telling me how I SHOULD stay home. This was what she was implying in the over-sharing.
2. You're over sharing.
3. He "let" you stay home?

People be crazy, yo.

I'm not dead yet.

In case you were wondering if I died last night due to my rabies, I didn't. I did have a nice last meal of sushi and a glass of some sav blanc and then some ice cream--just in case. I mean, you never know when a bat is going to fly into your house and infect everyone.

suspicions confirmed.

rabies.

We probably have rabies.

Just saying. It's most likely.

So apparently I should not eat thai food while nursing the baby. He had a hard morning with little to no sleeping. THen we went to the doctor and chunkfest now weighs 10 lbs. He's doing great. WE made our way to target because he was SLEEPING. He opened his eyes to poop once, but that's it. We came home and I put him in his swing and he slept more. I closed our bedroom door so the dogs wouldn't go in there (my little one has decided to eat breastpads lately... weird.)

He wakes up.

I sit in glider to feed him.

He falls asleep again so I just sit there and cuddle him.

I notice a brown spot on the play mat. I am like, well damn, a dog shit on the play mat.

Then it moves.

The dog shit moves!!

I FREAK OUT and go look at it and... it's a bat. a BAT. I had my baby locked in a room with a rabies infested, dog shit looking, EFFING BAT.

I'm the worst. mom. ever.

Ben has since rescued the invader and put him outside.

First road trip.

me, my sister and the griffster.
Poppy and Griffin
The boys
Glammy and her boys
Mary and Kate
Elliott rocking Griffin
Great-Aunt Karen
Great Grandmother, Tabo
Me lovin' my baby
Ben, lovin' the baby and the margarita.
Glammy and Elliott
Deana and Griffin
A family shot.

It was mostly successful! I rode in the back with the babe and was able to ward off the screams. Apparently, I just need to hire a driver and life will be easier. We headed up to DFW to hang out with the fam and to see Griffin's future girlfriends baptism. Couldn't have missed that! Here are some photogs.

Love Your Insides

Love Your Insides

So the weird commercial--please tell me you've seen it--is about being friends with your digestive tract. Then the person in the commercial is like skipping along holding hands with said digestive tract, and swinging it in the air etc. Weird. I don't like to think of my insides having hands or emotions. Then again... I kind of like the little catchy song of the commercial.

As a child in order to convince myself to eat my veggies (when my parents left me at the table until I had x amount of bites) I'd think that the veggies were sad if I ate one of them and I had to eat the others so they could re-meet on my insides.

I was a delightful weird child. Then again, my sister liked to take naps in her closet.

SO I never thought

That I'd milk myself.