Thursday, September 29, 2011
Seriously . . . once your kid turns one stop counting their age by weeks. I don't want to hear that your kid is 77 weeks old. I'm bad at math. Let's keep it simple - either 18 months or a year and half. Thanks.
Seriously . . . I would love to watch some of this new fall TV but unfortunately I have two little TV nazi's in the house. As soon as they see the TV they start yelling "gabba! gabba!" and there is NO acceptance of anything else.
Seriously . . . what is with music these days? I heard the start to one song that went "am I better off dead?" and then the song about if I die young, my thoughts are worth so much more or whatever. What the hell? I like music to get me from one place to the next, I am so not interested in your suicidal thoughts. That's not entertaining. And really, I'm so over Lady Gaga. All her songs sound the same and her outfits are dumb.
Seriously . . . . my kids could not get any cuter. Since they were born we have been singing a lot. I have worked with young kiddos for awhile so I know lots of songs but when we run out I just sing about anything I see; spaghetti noodles, blue skies, cars, meth addicts, etc. Now Ocean and Ever love to sing and it is truly the cutest thing in the whole wide world! LOVE!
Seriously . . . whoever invented Pinterest clearly wants me to be fat, never work or pay attention to my husband because it's all I want to do!
The family that goes hot tubbin' together, stays together!