I really try to write updates, but apparently I have to be all like "ooh let me feed you, ooh let me wipe you" and then I also have my son to take care of. Ha. just kidding, I don't really feed my husband, he's gotten pretty good at eating.
I have so many ideas running through my head. The problem is, if I don't write down all of this brilliance, it goes away because my memory blows.
I don't know what it is that happens to mommas after the babes are born, but something that was once so easy---remembering to put on matching shoes--seems like rocket science. I'm sure that it's probably because all of a sudden we're thinking non stop at a million miles per second all day, every day even in our sleep....but whateves. I have sticky notes all over the place. Reminders in my phone. Dry erase markers on my mirrors. Paper taped to the door to the garage....and I still am always forgetting. That just must mean that I'm a super fantastic mom...yeah, that's for sure.