- My hair. Do you know that the last time I had it cut, I was still pregnant? So basically my hair has eight months plus of split ends. And I still don't feel like going to get it cut. I'm justifying this with the fact that my post-baby hormones shed probably half the hair I did have...also awkward. Thank goodness that episode is over.
- How all the cutting down of trees and filling in our pool made our grass grow in five different shades of green. And I swear the fluorescent green grass that is now where our pool was grows exponentially overnight. Super grass?
- Going back a million times to edit a blog post so it looks just right. I blame my Virgo tendencies.
- Dallas is convinced the neighbors are still using that scary noise (nail gun) to build their shed, therefore the loves-to-be-outside-for-hours-a-day dog has turned into an i'll-just-stay-inside-and-sleep-scaredy dog who is in desperate need of a Thunder Jacket. But hey, when we're out for our daily walk he is all Mr. Tough Guy. My dog has a split personality.
- Finally figuring out that S does like something other than milk! Hallelujah. I was starting to think that she would be a year old before she caught on to the solids thing. Turns out she'd just rather eat finger foods and skip those purees altogether. She's lovin' her some bananas, avocados, and mum-mums.
- Sun and Sand by Yankee Candle. Smells exactly like the beach...like rolling down your windows as your driving down Route 1 in Delaware and the ocean is glittering to your left. My absolute favorite scent in the entire world because it means my absolute favorite place in the entire world.
- Decaf hazelnut coffee with peppermint mocha creamer and a Tuesday night DVR line-up. Just so you know, I'm a reality TV junkie and I'm not ashamed.
- S, because she rode in the shopping cart like a big girl at the grocery store yesterday. For the first time. She loved every minute of it, screaming and chattering away. To the obvious delight of most of the other shoppers we passed. Oh, and because S is always awesome.
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