moosh in indy.

I want to tell you about the drug store employee that pulled a power trip on me.

I want to tell you how I almost caused the population of Hoosier hummingbirds to go extinct.

I want to tell you about Nigel Barker in a wetsuit asking if you’re ready to get wet.

I want to tell you about the love letter my husband wrote me.

I want to tell you about our family trip to Disneyworld in two weeks.

I want to tell you that I thought I was pregnant. And then I thought I wasn’t. And then I thought I was.

I want to tell you that I really wanted to be pregnant. But not really. But maybe, just not now.

Meh.

Anyway. It’s been a long time since I’ve asked you guys what the best thing was that happened to you in the last week. Anything. Naps, shiny hair, baby laughs, pregnancies, return of a favorite show? Lay it on me. And let me know if you want to know more about any of that other stuff up there.

It’s one of my favorite things about my blog. What makes you happy.

I’m flying pretty high on the self esteem machine tonight.

Why?

Because I tried on my first pair of Spanx today and they didn’t do a darn thing for me. (Why am I 26 trying on super support panties? Because I read “an ode to Spanx” in the dentist’s waiting room and I figured why the heck not?)

Apparently my figure is already Spanxed.

I asked two different store employees if they could tell if I was or was not wearing the Spanx. They both guessed wrong both times.

Sweet.

Speaking of the dentist. I went for the first time in five years today (freaking no insurance.) One cavity. That brings my lifetime cavity count to one.

While I’m at it, my hair is so healthy from my recent cut and color that I can’t do a darn thing with it. It just sits on my head and shimmers. I’m considering letting Cody study by the golden glow my hair puts off.

Tell me, what parts of you have been behaving lately?

When the moosh was tiny I spent hours in my glider with her, praying for her to just fall asleep already. There were so many things I wanted to do or could do if she would just. fall. asleep. I had my first good cry over motherhood in that chair. I’ve cured fevers and nightmares in that chair. I have laughed from that chair, played from that chair, screamed from that chair and have probably read over a thousand stories and sang well over a thousand songs in that chair.

It was over a year ago that she last fell asleep in my arms in that chair.

I have tried to trick her multiple times into falling asleep in my arms in that chair. Just so I can hold her warm little sleeping body, snuzzle my nose into her curls and listen to her breathe.

Like I used to.

Tonight I finally tricked her. I was ready to spend the entire night rocking in that chair holding onto my baby, sniffing her freshly washed curls.

She woke up after five minutes and asked to be put in bed.

I’m pretty sure she couldn’t have sank my heart faster with an anchor and lead weight.

You put them to bed as babies.

And they wake you up (what seems like) the next morning as little kids.

It’s going too fast.