I know she will hate me for this when she is a teenager. Newsflash: this is only the beginning to things she is going to hate me for. Bows and flower pots on her head will seem like such minor issues when she is 16. Today, Lennon had a little upset tummy due to some sinus drainage. It made her throw up her milk. I however do not plan on changing her clothes a million times today. So, I put a bib on her. Now, I know what you are thinking, how is a tiny bib going to solve this issue? Well, when the bib is almost as big as the baby, it does.
Yes, I realize this is a Halloween bib. But it was ok, we weren't leaving the house.
I have always wanted to adopt a child. That has not changed. Charlie and I both want another child and getting pregnant again is not an option. Note to self: Schedule Charlie a vasectomy. There was a point in my younger years where I swore I would NEVER have children. I dare to say, there were people who thought, "She might not should ever have children." But, people change and so do their hearts. So I have two kiddos and I want another. I grew up in a big family. I am the oldest of 5, and I loved having a house full of people... most days. On the way to New Orleans, Charlie and I tossed around names that start with an L for our next blessing.... a blessing that will not come for many many many many years. The names we tossed around: Larry, Leon, Leo, Leeto, Laz, Lorne, Lex, Lew. We settled on Lew.
I want to write a book. From week to week, this book title changes based on subject matter. This week I thought to myself, surely I could write a book titled: "You might be a douche bag if..." based solely on people I come across in everyday life. Charlie quickly informed me at some point in that book I might offend everyone. So, I decided against that book.
I am really bored today.