Before the hour of 7 a.m. Julia's bath towel had seen her bare body, an entire can of green bean juice (vomvomvom), a lot of baby urine and two cups of coffee. We were a busy team ... but it's okay because Simon volunteered to bachelor pad it up with Sebastian and some serious ounces of Similac (I dare you to judge me) last night so that I could sleep ... with my shirt securely covering my feeding apparatuses (I hate co-sleeping ... sorry I'm really not sorry) ... for four consecutive hours. It was glorious and I promised to give him my next child for his trouble and I woke up ready to conquer the new world ... C. Columbus style. Which for me means ... getting dressed and making cookies (I even tried to get festive and bump some Christmas beats but the gingerbread children didn't like ... too early). Since going to the store to procure ingredients is out of the question (Julia's car seat is still in pieces in the living room from our road trip when she seriously soiled the seat ... vom some more) I had to work with what we had. ... saltines, butter, sugar and a limited amount of chocolate chips.
Success be mine.
I'll be proudly taking my gems to a resident ping pong party tonight with some Muscato
(which I am told by Simon's little brother is what 'the rappers drink' these days).
yes we get crazy on the weekends
you know you're j
oh, happiest day