Sniff sniff

To you, this may be just a bin full of clothes. Unfolded ones at that.

To me, this is a canyon of adorable baby girl clothing in sizes newborn and 0-3 months that my baby will never wear again.

I finally forced myself to clean out Emerson's dresser drawers to make room for her summer clothes. Picking up each and every teeny tiny little onesie made me tear up. Where did my newborn go?!?!

Now of course, I am loving every second with my 4 month old, and I love that every single day she learns something new, but there's something so... final about putting away her newborn clothes. She's only going to get bigger and bigger. In no time at all, she'll be asking me to drop her off a block from the mall so her friends don't see that her Mo-ommm drove her there.

And this is where it gets sticky... now I get why so many people have babies that are only 12-18 months apart in age. Seeing those tiny outfits made me think "Ohhhh, I want another baby like NOW!" This is a dangerous thought. But who could blame me when I have such a sweetheart at home?

Sigh.

That's Funny Friday

Happy Friday!!!

This week has flown by, and though many funny things happened to me, most are not appropriate to share on this blog (Oh, get your mind out of the gutter, I just don't like using curse words when Emerson may read this some day!)

Some highlights:
~ My daughter has a dirty old man's laugh. When she laughs, her tiny baby voice becomes really deep and guttural. It's hilarious but actually a little unnerving. Is she an old man trapped in a tiny baby body??

~ I saw a car with the license plate: "SMRT BUT" this week and laughed so hard. This has inspired me to get a new one of my own. I feel compelled to spread good cheer to everyone in the region on my drive to work every day. I'll take nominations. I think the word "fart" should be in there somewhere, because who doesn't think the word fart is funny???

~ Jon and I have this running joke at night when I ask him to spoon me; he'll say no at least 3 times before he "gives in." So the other night I asked him to spoon me and instead of saying "no" he said:

"But sweetheart, we are spooning." Mind you, we were on opposites sides of our king bed.

And so I said " Jon, this doesn't count as spooning. Our feet aren't even touching!"

To which he replied "No, sure we are. We're like two spoons.... Dropped randomly into the same drawer."

That right there, well... that's love, folks.

And now, some baby humor to get you through your day...

Truer words have never been spoken... or written on a onesie. Period.

So terrible....

So inappropriate....

That poor girl...

This is how Emerson feels every day....

And these photos are good for a few more giggles. I am embarrassed for how much I laughed at each of these. I guess I have very non-discriminatory taste when it comes to humor.

OMG, especially this one.... Hysterical!!!!

Hahahahahaha!

Oh, Wal-Mart

Have a funny weekend!!!

The only thing I have to say today

Coffee is a sweet nectar made by the gods and sent directly from heaven to bring sunshine into my life.

The end.

So What! Wednesday

Link Up!

This week I'm saying So What! if...

• I spent THREE DOLLARS on a croissant at Starbucks yesterday. Why are croissants so expensive?? It's just dough right?? Fancy French dough??? I mean, it was delicious, but still.. a small mocha and that tiny pastry cost me $6.50, which is excessive.
• I have dreams about $5 foot longs and I can't wait to get one for lunch
• I may not save the other half of the foot long and instead house the whole thing in one sitting
• I sing really obscure songs to my daughter. Instead of Twinkle Twinkle, I go for Bruno Mars and Sir Mix A Lot
• I was in bed and asleep before the sun went down. Yep.
• I have a bachelorette party on Saturday night, and I am so nervous about a) being up past 10:00 b) having alcohol for fear my liver will scream because it's been a solid 15 months since I've had any and c) being "that girl" who is yawning in the corner and can't hang and be cool like the rest of the gals
• Speaking of Bachelorettes, I am totes excited for the premiere of "The Bachelorette" on May 14th. Even though I already know who the final 4 guys are... thanks Reality Steve. Hopefully Emily and her adorableness will redeem the franchise. Not likely, but everyone has their guilty pleasure and this is mine.
• Every single email I send has at least one error. I can't help it. All the coffee in all the land couldn't help me.

Happy Wednesday!!!

The horror!!!!

As part of our bedtime routine, I read Emerson 1-2 books every night before bed. She has really started to like them, particularly if she's not overtired by the time we start reading. My parents read to me all the time when I was little, and I attribute my vast knowledge and intelligence to my interest in books and reading in general ;-)

(Ok sidenote, speaking of intelligence, I re-read my blog post from yesterday and holy hell, there were alot of spelling/grammar errors! Go check it out before I fix them all as I hang my head in embarrassment. I can't have my daughter thinking that bad grammar is okay!)

Anywhoo, last night she cooed over and over whilst I read her "Do Princesses Really Kiss Frogs?", a compelling tale of a little girl who goes on a hike with her father and her dog. Truly a Pulitzer prize contender.

Ok, so then we get to book two, which is a book of nursery rhymes. Great, I think to myself. I always loved nursery rhymes. How fun to get to go back in time and read/sing them with my little girl!

The first one is the classic, Rock a Bye Baby:

Rock-a-Bye Baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks
the cradle will fall
And down will come baby
cradle and all

WAIT....

HOLD UP! Are you trying to tell me that some mother not only left her baby ALONE in a tall tree on a windy day, only to let said baby plummet to the ground in their flimsy cradle?!?!? WTF kind of parenting is that?!!!?? What a horrifying nursery rhyme! Yikes. Never humming that song again, good grief. I'm not sure why I never thought about it until now.

Then we get to the next page, Georgie Porgie. Oooh, I remember this one! 

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play
Georgie Porgie went away

Um, WHAT??? Some pervy little kid forces himself on poor unsuspecting little girls??? And then when the brave little boys come out to confront him and protect the innocent girls from his unwanted advances, the little scamp runs away like a coward???

This is just unacceptable. I feel like my childhood innocence has died a little. No more nursery rhymes for Emerson until Mother Goose can clean up her act.

Don't even get me started on Humpty Dumpty...