so very thankful

Thank you, sweet baby boy, for being the most hilarious, wonderful, spaghetti-covered baby a mama could ever want. I love you so. xoxoox.

to cut or not to cut

(forgive me the self-indulgent post ahead)

... my hair, that is.
I have my first haircut in an ummm yes uh huh year at the end of the week. One income + baby boy + different priorities = not so much able to make that one happen. To say that I haven't felt like I've looked like myself for about, oh, say, 22 months now would be an understatement. It would just be nice to not want to turn away from the mirror every time I see one and cringe/diet/do some tae bo/run and hide every time I see a photo of myself. I look at everyone else I know post-baby and I think... man. I wish I looked like that. all. the. time. Healthy, right? Ha.
So to take some (really) small step here...
Do I cut my hair back to the bob-ish-thing I had for about 7 years pre-Ev?
(because that's what I feel looks like me (looked?))
Or do I leave it long-ish?
(because man a ponytail is easy and Ev likes to pull it)

Decisions, decisions, eh?
xoxo.

cupid de mayo

We braved the madness of Cinco de Mayo tonight and met our darling preggo friends out for dinner with Ev, which is always dangerous since eliminating the afternoon nap. We waited at our table for just about ever before the food came. To avoid the inevitable meltdown from being stuck in a highchair for too long, I took him out before the bill came.

It had been pouring and finally stopped, so Ev and I walked around the little courtyard-y area at the restaurant. Every 20-something-year-old in the greater Triangle area apparently wanted to go to said Mexican restaurant in the middle of suburbia for some unknown reason and are all standing around out front waiting for tables. So while Ev and I are wandering around and looking at planes and waving at big trucks, a couple get into a fight-- you know the kind when you are 20 and everything is REALLYREALLYREALLY intense and important. The girl is trying her darndest to get her boyfriend to talk to her after she said some not very nice words to him (to which Ev said uhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh), and finally just sits down on a bench looking oh-so-unhappy with him. Ev lets go of my hands, walks over to her, and proceeds to pat her leg and turn on the biggest smile I've ever seen. So I'm trying to pull him away, apologizing for him, and she's smiling and laughing at him, and said boyfriend realizes--ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I can use this one to my advantage, and comes over too. Mind you, during all of this, and with his oh so happy face, Ev has the world's stinkiest pants-- the diaper bag was stuck inside with Dad and I was not braving the 1292109382098231 margarita-ed people to get it. Stink stink stink. Ev hung out with them for a bit, sat on the bench next to his new bff, oh so very impressed with his life at that moment. Five minutes later, the couple is back together, his arm around her shoulders. Ev waved at them as we walked away, and I do say that little cupid de mayo looked quite proud of himself.

Funny, funny baby. I love him and his matchmaking ways.
xoxoxoxo.