My sweet little baby is two months old today. Somehow I'm OK with this. She is so perfect and squeezable and soft and smiley and sweet. She's also the first baby to sleep through the night since my firstborn, lo those many eleven years ago. The four in between my two sleepy bookends were all middle-of-the-night partiers. Oh, and just because I called her a bookend doesn't mean she'll always hold that title. You know how we Catholics are...
We went to an outdoor concert last night. Mr. Ordinary sat with the sweet baby an enjoyed the music and a beverage while I played soccer with the others. All the while hoping *fingers crossed* that my kids will grow up with memories of how awesome their mom was because she played soccer with them barefoot in the grass. I also attempted my annual cartwheel due-to-happy-wistful-mommy-endorphine-overload. My wrists do not thank me.
|alleged suspect of Quick Take #7|
Oh my gosh. I can't believe I haven't told you yet, but Mr. Ordinary was baptized at the Easter Vigil this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! As you may guess from the number of exclamation points, I'm just a teensy bit elated over this. Seriously, you guys. Dream! Come! True! I'll have to get him on here sometime to share his conversion story. I love a good conversion story. Don't you?
I took the baby and 4.5yo Sunshine to Old Navy this morning where we chatted with another nice little mama while we waited for them to open the doors. (Some people love to shut down the club, I love to open up the Old Navy. Woot woot!!) This nice little mama assumed these two were my only kids and gave me all the advice about age gaps and having a third and other things I already know because, well, I have a billion more kids but they just aren't with me at the moment but keep on talking, nice little mama. I won't rain on your advice giving parade.
I got this and this and a white flowy blouse that I can't find on their website. But trust me. It's super cute!
I have a bit of advice for you, if you don't mind. Don't agree to let your two year old ride his tricycle all the way to and from the park down the street because it will take for-ev-er and you will encourage him to speed up so you can actually make it back to your house this year
and not have to live out the rest of your lives right there on the street, and he may just then scream "I don't want to live on the street!" as you pass in front of your neighbor, Mr. Judgy-Eyes.