I don’t always have enough thoughts for a good RTT post, but tonight, at 9:36pm when I’m tired but I can’t sleep, I have a few.
My little 15 month old boy is constantly mistaken for a girl. He has longish hair, almost to his shoulders, but it’s not like it’s long enough to braid. If he was 15 it would look surfer-ish. I dress him in ‘boy’ clothes but clearly it’s not working. Hint: if you see a cute kid and you’re not 100% sure it’s a boy or a girl, just try saying: “What a cute baby.” or “What a cute kid.” Thank you.
I used to think that our lives are delicate. Now I think that each individual life is delicate, but our lives themselves are strong. They are strong because of the people in our lives and each of our lives hold other people’s lives too. I’m sure there’s a good animal or architecture analogy here somewhere.
It’s hard out here for a toddler.
I’m having a hard time getting used to this whole “talking on the phone while driving is illegal” thing. Even at a stop light?
Did I mention our dog managed the cross-country trip with flying colors? Except for the not eating thing. But she’s making up for it now.
Mail forwarding is genius. So is natural peanut butter. And clear deodorant. And solar-powered outdoor lighting.
Pretentiousness is an ugly accessory on anyone.
Looking forward to seeing some extended family next weekend for the Easter festivities. Hope the weather holds out! We held an egg hunt practice in the backyard this weekend. He found the eggs, but wouldn’t let go of them. He can hold 3 at a time so that’s what I’m thinking will happen next weekend. Let’s face it, at this age I think it’s more of a photo opp for us than fun for them. And I’m okay with that.
Finally, GIANT hugs to Becky for all that she’s got going on.