While I miss CeeLo's eccentricity, Usher is such the pleasant surprise. He's much more silly than I expected, and come one, what a cute smile. I want to hang out with the guy.
And of course I've come to love the Blake-Adam banter. It makes the show. Well, that and the singing I suppose.
Now that I've used valuable blogging time for those thoughts, let's move along.
John is a spitter. W was as well. For some reason though, it stresses me out and wears me out. We go through burp cloths like nobody's business. He seems happy though, so that works. I keep telling myself not to rush time, but I'm looking forward to 5-6 months when hopefully his tummy matures and reflux settles.
Yesterday we met friends at the neighborhood park and ran into friends from our playgroup which was so much fun. Unfortunately, one of them got my attention as we were leaving saying, "It doesn't really matter now, but W's shoes are on the wrong feet." Sooooo I put on his shoes that morning! Sorry kiddo. I promise Momma hadn't been hitting the sauce!
I might be crazy, but I want to make this with The Sheriff:
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Seriously! It looks like goopy fun!
And on that note, I'm out!