okay, january

I think all of my problems could be solved if I just had a full-length mirror. We don't currently have one and it is just weird. How am I supposed to know how I am feeling about things if I don't have a full-length mirror? Do you know how old it gets for me to walk down to the elevator bank just to see what I'm looking like from the waist down? 

Now that I mention it, I think that elevator bank must have some kind of mystical powers, because every time my neighbor waits for an elevator there he belches mightily. Today I was giving Huck a bath, when from out in the hall he burped so loudly I thought it might shake the walls of the apartment. And then Huck peed in the bath and I said, "now it's a party," according to Holbrook Bath Time Tradition. 

I understand how sometimes elevator banks can make you do weird things, don't get me wrong, but one of these days I might just pop my head out the door and call, "BLESS YOU!" which would be my passive-aggressive way of saying, "ARE YOU FOR REALS?"

These days when I am singing every Disney song in my repertoire, huck starts singing along with me. it is the cutest. He hoos like an owl and coos like a dove and then smacks his lips at me. Bless that child but he wants nothing more than my boobs (gets that from his daddy). I happily oblige because when he is nursing is when I do my best thinking. 

But after just two months of it I am out of deep things to think about, so now if I am nursing I am most likely thinking about my hair.

Nursing is also when I get my best roll inspection done. 

Sargent Mom, reporting for Roll Patrol! 

Today while on line to exchange a candle at Guantanamopologie I discovered a new roll in the left quadrant of Huck's third chin. I wiped out a whole clan of spitup that must have been there since the dawn of the cavemen. It was kind of like that dream I have where I find a whole new wing of my house, and that wing is where I happened to have stored all my spare gold at some point. 

I call the Anthropologie on 50th Guantanamopologie, because going in that place is TORTURE. I'm pretty clever sometimes.

Sometimes Brandon will try to give me writing advice. Just now he told me that I should try to seem like a person of substance. 

"Don't talk about shallow things," he said. 

Well, shoot.

Here are two photos that were taken today on Buster. 

(Buster is my iPhone.)