I was carded last night. Honest. The waitress then says, "I've never seen a minor fake an ID that puts them at 38 so I guess it must be true."
True Story.
I love, love, love the idea of having four days at home with my boys. I'm looking forward to playing with trains, reading books, watching my son's imagination grow, and giving my loving husband a break from full time childcare. Plus, if the planets align just right, I'll be spending the long weekend re-doing Alexander's room!
True Story.
I am looking forward to challenging myself during the half marathon on Sunday. And eating greasy fries and a burger at Dick's afterwards. Delicious. And well earned.
True Story.
There is no better meal than a Thanksgiving meal. And spending the day with loved ones.
True Story.
The other night, I told Eric I wanted a baby (I blame the red wine for my honesty that night). His response - "I know. I'm sorry." and gave me a hug while we had a moment about no more babies. We didn't notice Alexander watching us from across the room but he toddled right over, climbed up his Dada, wrapped his arms around both of us and said "love you mama. love you dada." The sadness melted away.
True Story.
So glad Alex had the right remedy to make you feel better. :) I too sometimes want another baby. And then mine start fighting and the feeling goes away.
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