And I’m not even being sarcastic!
It really is. I mean, our days were awesome before, but they are just filled with So Much More Joy now. And laughter! Oh, the laughter. It’s fun, guys.
I was drafting a post about the politics of motherhood, then one about my experience with breastfeeding, then one about my efforts towards minimalism (with photos!) then I stopped and realized I was in no mood to be introspective or even a little bit serious.
Plus, I was gone the whole weekend and I have work tomorrow and I have about a bajillion design projects going on (woo!) – so I’m spending the evening cooking for the week and starting level three instead. (LEVEL THREE AHHHHHH.) (Jillian Michaels tells me those abs don’t come for free, you know.) (But I don’t have two-thirds of Anita’s abs, yet, and I’m not holding my breath for them to emerge in the next ten days.) (The chocolate chips and Chipotle probably aren’t helping.)
Instead, I decided to share some of my goofball child in action:
“Gabe never blinks!”
“He does when I clap my hands. See?”
(Does this count as torture?)
And also, WHAT A CRAZY BABY:
(Why, yes, he did face-plant. And then proceeded to do so over and over again.)
He’s a little goofball.
My little goofball.
:)
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