I "co-hosted" a shower for my SIL and soon to be arriving nephew Saturday and people? The baby stuff? I want another baby because OMG the baby gear has improved since my baby was a baby!
Let me show you...
Have you seen this?
I die. The baby stuff makes me want another...I mean, look how comfy that little bed is! And that snuggle pod? No wrapping, to pulling, no velcro, just ziiiiiiip!! and snug as a bug, that baby is all swaddled.
There are geniuses in this world, people, and I am (unfortunately) not one of them.
Next on agenda: Invent latest and greatest baby gadget/gear/must have and retire to the mountains.
And then, last night we had Belle's birthday party and as is tradition, she received a VERY special gift from my parents...
Friends, SHE'S GOIN' TO DISNEY WORLD!!!!!! (And I get to go too!! Just have to pay for plane tickets and amusement park tickets!)
As is typical of this girl, she's equal parts incredibly excited and very nervous.
She keeps asking "Is the plane ride scary?" and as a "flying hater" I feel like a liar when I tell her, "Oh, not at all." and then begin planning which sedative I plan on taking for the flight.
Poor girl...hopefully she will just sit back and enjoy and not be too anxious. Unfortunately, I won't be the one to be reassuring her..."WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!!!!"
Just kidding...I get very zen when I fly. I go all internal and begin to have a very long dialogue with God. Something like, "God? It's me. You know, I really don't want to die today...my kids and husband need me and feel like I have a lot of life left to live. Graduations, weddings, grandbabies...that whole thing. Could you please carry this plane through the air and land us safely in Florida?"
Once that plane starts to rocket down the run way, my conversation with God stops mid sentence and begin a non ending stream of Our Fathers and Hail Marys and so help me, DO NOT talk to me, because I won't answer you. I'm too busy begging God to not let it be my last day.
Add my daughter to the flight? I'm either gonna hafta be drunk, stoned, or sedated...probably best if I'm all three. Classy, for that 7:30am flight. ;) (Kidding...a little Ativan should do me just fine. I hope.)
And now, I'm off to go cook with Gram! A fun little dessert for y'all! See you tomorrow!
Oh, wait...first, look what I made for my girl (per her request) yesterday!!