So hi! Hey. Look at me! Typing words. Words that say things. Whoa.
Many apologies for the lack of posting. It's just that...and then the...thing...with the place...
Okay, I have no absolutely no excuse. Well, absolutely no excuse other than skull-fucking laziness. And possibly the move on Monday.* But since I already confessed to hiring the movers to pack everything, you know I'm not frantically wrapping my dishes in newspaper and huffing the Sharpies. I'm just...making a lot of phone calls? Looking at furniture catalogs? Sitting on the couch with my feet up, watching Arrested Development reruns while a line of drool rolls down my chin?
We're officially in a weird, boring sort of pre-move limbo. I don't want to go grocery shopping because I'm sure a lot of stuff in the fridge will end up getting tossed. I don't want to go Christmas shopping because we'll just have to move everything. I don't want to put all the laundry away because WHATEVER, just shove the piles in some trash bags and be done with it. I don't want to vacuum because we'll be getting the area rugs and carpet** professionally cleaned at the new house. I don't want to clean the bathroom because it's not my fucking problem anymore.
Oh, and I don't want to update my blog because I'm not sure when our new Internet access will be set up in the new house next week and I don't want y'all to get spoiled. I'm just trying to prepare you! I slack because I care!
Bleh. This is boring. Let's look at some photos of a toddler in some stripey grampa pajamas.
(Yes, he did leave the iron on, now that he thinks good and hard about it.)
(Improving his essential-for-life bead-pushing skills.)
(He does have a crib. Sometimes we even let him sleep there.)
(Missie called this Noah's "Toddler Owen Wilson hair" in the comments last week and I have been stealing that description ever since.)
(Ever-so-helpfully replacing the lens cap.)
*MONDAY. My head just exploded typing that.
**I still hate the fucking carpet.