Two.

So I went to return some items today only to find that the ENTIRE STORE was 40% off. As I was by myself and have zero self control I did some shopping. I tried on a million (maybe 10) things. I tried on one shirt I desperately wanted to be cute at least 5x with different things. Alas, simply not cute. I also tried on (and purchased) a pair of boyfriend jeans.

Friends. Let me confess... I have a jeans problem. I love them. Passionately and with my whole heart. I love them. I will search and search until I find the right ones. I would wear them most days if I could. Yes, even in the middle of summer in Texas. Give me a pair of jeans and I will sweat my face off in them. Other confession--I do not look amazing in skinny pants. I'm too curvy. These boyfriend jeans, though, they looked kind of cute. I walked out and a non-sales girl said "Wow! Those are cute!" Sales girl then chimed in, "They make you look tiny." Sold. I'm really easy. And a sucker. And they run really big so they were a 2. Which, lets be honest, if I can get my fat arse and thighs into anything that says it's a 2 I'm probably going to buy it. I'm just saying that my ego is that fragile. There was a girl looking for a double 0 in something--which I still hold is not a real size.

Fear not... I also bought a pair of pants that were double digits. And maybe a shirt. And maybe a pair of shorts.

I shouldn't be allowed to leave the house.

duuuuuuuuuuuude.

Why is blogger trying to make me consume a mass amount of boxed wine? It is not uploading pictures, then when it does it's not letting me move them around. What's up with that?

Seriously.

Someone fix this.

Ranting by yourself while drinking wine out of a box and eating mac n cheese (at least it's organic?) is a telltale sign of crazy.

The other most beautiful baby.

Other than mine. I loved him first. This kid is possibly the cutest kid ever (again, other than mine.)

Oh... and there's my neice in the background, too. Any day! Brooklyn is coming. any. day.

Canny Mommy. Canny! (It usually involves a head thrown back. Clenched fists. Etc. Oh, and ps. Canny, means "candy.") There may have been blue drool.

Glammy and her boys.

His first time to lick the beater from making whipped cream. Love.

First Easter!

Eggs.

Grass. My favorite.

Family at FUMC Dallas.

Dada and baby.

mama and baby.

Arg. It is again not letting me format properly. This is Glammy and G.

There are so many firsts this year. It sounds ridiculous. Of course there are. It's so moving, though. It's his only ever first Easter. His first Easter egg hunt. His first Easter service (in the nursery). The day was beautiful and spent with family. 9 Months is a big time.

Remind me again

Why I can't have a cocktail in the car? My baby hates traveling. Luckily our families live 4 hours away...

Tomorrow

Tomorrow he will be nine months old. Last night he woke up screaming multiple times. I blame the apparent mouthful of teeth he is getting. He also woke up early this morning. I pulled him into bed with me and we snuggled and went back to sleep for an hour. Nothing is better than that--a sweet baby sleeping beside you. (especially when he woke up super happy!)

And who knows, maybe once he has more than 4 teeth he will be too big for that? So I put him in a "I heart mom" shirt just incase we needed proof.

a case of the grizzlies.

We had them yesterday. He needed to be under that table. He barely fit. Those grizzlies are kind of difficult in the afternoon. I blame the zillion teeth apparently coming in. Can't he just keep the 4 he has already?