Today my son did something that not only amazed me but also annoyed me.
He started pulling up to Cara’s “happy chair”-which is also used as her timeout chair [talk about irony…or just plain meanness on my part]. That’s right, folks. My five month old decided to pull himself up. This is the kid who still refuses to sit. At all. Oliver is only interested in either standing whilst on your lap or in crawling. Usually after the cat. Poor fat cat.
I know that some of you are reading this and thinking, “My nine month old isn’t pulling up yet.[!!!] You’re just rubbing it in my face. [Ya, bitch.]” My feeling on that little diddy is that if I can’t bitch about my five month old pulling up on stuff on my own website that I pay for then where the hell can I? Don’t make me call you! I’ve been known to call the random Internet person and talk their ear off. You don’t want me doing that to you.
My hair’s finally long enough that I can pull my bangs up into this pseudo ponytail thing on the top of my head-which is how it’s “styled” now. Two bad things about this hair arrangement. #1 When my hair gets to this length, I have a habit of wearing it like this at all times. Don’t be surprised if I’m wearing my hair like this when you see me at BlogHer. #2 I have a white hair and that white hair is perfectly visible with my hair put up like this. It looks rather odd to have all dark brown hair and then this one very bright white hair hanging out. If more white hairs would show up to the party then I’d be cool with it because at least then I’d be sporting the “skunk” look and that’s always in style.
For some reason Cara has decided that she’s going to go to school. She grabbed her Hello Kitty purse and her laptop and told me, “Bye, Mommy! Going to school.” I just sat there and thought, “WTF?”. I then had to explain to her that she can’t go to school until she’s going pee pee on the potty and wearing big girl undies like mommy. She was all about the big girl panties but freaked at the mention of her “pee pee potty”. Whatever. Damn kid will probably be 20 before she is toilet trained. At least we won’t have to worry about her dating for a while. Heh.
And one final gem.
If you think you’re having a bad day, take solace in the fact that you’re day isn’t half as bad as this guy’s:
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That is all.