Planes, Trains, & Automobiles
A post dedicated to the survival of mom and baby’s trek across America. Planes Last week, Beckett and I were shipped to Kansas while Taylor was at a work conference in San Diego. Side note: the hotel he stayed at was listed on a website for top 8 “sexiest hotel bathrooms”. Did I mention it was an accounting conference? I would expect accountants to pick a Thrifty Inn or something. Guess not. I’m not gonna lie – I was stressing out about this plane ride the entire week leading up to it. What if Beckett screams the whole flight and everyone on the plane keeps glaring daggers at us? What…
Black Friday & Granny Mags
It’s good to be alive. We’ve had a very eventful week that had the potential to be the death of me. Beckett had his first flight (post to follow…sometime) and first road trip (6+ hours). My favorite event of the week, however, had to do with the craziness of Black Friday. Black Friday As mentioned in the post about buckshot/birdshot (or whatever kind of shot we try to find in our Thanksgiving food), we spent turkey day this year in the thriving metropolis of Pocahontas, Arkansas. We kept seeing the ads for the deals at Walmart starting Thursday night at 10, so my aunt, uncle, cousins, mom, brother, and myself…
Cry Rooms, Baybeeees, & Mosaics
I’m done making disclaimers about how random these posts are. Just know ahead of time that you will always get a hodge podge on this blog. If you’re totally over the baby thing, skip to “Mosaics“. You do not want to miss a very motivational video. Carry on… Cry Rooms My least favorite part of church these days: the dreaded “cry room”. First off, you do a walk of shame to get there. The walk where you try to muffle (without suffocating) the cries of your beloved child while walking past 89 pews of onlookers. Once you actually get to the cry room, your eyes have to adjust to the…
Well-being & Sleepyface
A Beckett post. (What else did you expect?) Well-being On the well-being of my son… If I sat down and thought about all the ways Beckett could be injured, scarred for life, or miss an opportunity to learn something, I would go i-n-s-a-n-e. Clinically insane. So, I don’t think about it. I just do the best I can. I have to trust that the church nursery ladies won’t leave him in the corner and fail to notice if he falls unconscious, or that his skin won’t melt off when I bathe him more frequently than suggested, or that letting him sleep in his crib before the age of 2 won’t…
Punkins, Separate Events, & Bills for Dummies
This blog never really follows a pattern, but this post is especially random. You’ve been warned. Punkin Patchin‘ One thing I love about having a kid is that I can use him as an excuse to do childish things. You better believe I will be at every new Disney/Pixar movie that comes out, whether he is old enough to watch movies or not. (2 month olds enjoy a good flick every now and then, right?) Also, don’t think I didn’t consider taking him trick-or-treating so I could eat all the loot. That said…I wanted to go to a pumpkin patch really bad this year. Taylor hated the idea, and rightly…
