And yes, I realize the card and reader will both show up mysteriously since I went out of my way to buy new ones. That's just how these things work. Totally aware.
-Today at lunch is my husbands work Christmas party and I'm allowed to go and bring Eme. Of course, any proud daddy would want to show off their baby, right? So of course, he wants us there. But, the thing that could possibly keep me from going? Its at a country club, and jeans are not permitted. I haven't even worn anything other than jeans in seven months. I've yet to even rummage through my closet to see if I can fit into my pre-baby dress pants. I'm already shuddering at the thought. Ugh.
-Does anyone else go grocery shopping and then order pizza, even though your fridge is full? Basically--for convenience? How dare you be so wasteful. 'Cuz I don't.....
-I need to pay a little elf to come address all my Christmas cards. Do any little elves read this blog?
-Guess who likes her solids again? Guess who's doing a little less gagging and a lot more eating these days? Guess who even ate little (itty, bitty) pieces of chicken (only) out of the barbeque pizza last night. [Umm pizza....say what? oops...]
-After running to Wal-Mart (which is conveniently by a Dunkin Donuts) in the frigid cold last night, I called Dec up to see if wanted a hot drink from DD. At first, he said no. So, I kind of let his decision be my decision and decided to start to head home. It's not like I really needed it or anything, right? THEN, I get a text....something like, "Well, how about one of those new latte's?"
Like a responsible driver I didn't text back, I called instead (I guess talking on the phone isn't all the responsible either...I digress). Guess what? He'd just seen a commercial for some of their new drinks. It triggered him to want one. Marketing works.
So anyway, I was still within the shopping center so I went back towards the drive-thru. Declan wanted me to ask the guy over the speaker (the cute man from India, whom I know, because I
may or may not have been there at least 4x a week while pregnant) exactly what a "Dunkachino" is. Meanwhile, D is still on the phone with me.
Me: "Is a dunkachino like a cappachino?"
Him: "No no. A dunkachino is a dunkachino."
Me: "Um...okay. But does it taste like a cappachino?"
Him: "Okay. One medium dunkachino!" [Uh. Okay. Thanks.]
Meanwhile, Declan and I are giggling on the phone like little school girls, because, it was actually funny. At the time. Err. Then, I see on their little sign that they sell a vanilla chai latte. Stupid me decides to ask another question.
Me: "Can your vanilla chai be made into decaf??" (Decaf DOES affect me...hence, the question.)
Him: "No no. Vanilla Chai...DECAF?? No. No."
Me: "Uh. I guess that's a no. I'll take hot chocolate please."
Him: Laughing at me. Over the speaker.
When I got to the window, he was still giggling! No joke.
-I totally made a video yesterday of recent video clips of Emeline that are so cute. I always like seeing babies on video versus just photos all the time. It makes them seem more real. Yea. If that makes sense. But, I totally am feeling lazy and not like downloading, uploading, etc, etc. Maybe another time?
I have an almost-crawler by the way and it.is.scarrrrry.
Now, if you'll excuse me while I go rummage through my closet for a pair of dress pants that fit. Oh heaven, help me. It's sure to look like a bomb went off, and might produce tears.