A Pinch of this, a Dash of that

1. I liiiiiiike my new(ish) earring from Nordy’s. Not only are they coral, (the color of my aura!) but they’re sportin’ a peace sign, and brotha, I’m all about peace. They’re so cheery! I love having bright, colorful objects near my face so it can deflect, you know, from my face.
2. Cade’s kidney infection is completely gone, I think. I’m so happy for the little guy, he can now sleep through the night without waking up in horrible pain, while grabbing his junk and screaming IT HURTS ME IT HURTS ME! and he seems to be more active and happy in general. My doc told me to hold off potty-training him for a few months, so he can hopefully forget about the trauma of painful bathroom experiences, and heaven forbid I contribute to that and have to pay for it later in therapy bills, so we’re content to wait right now.
3. Speaking of Cade:
4. The kid looks awful now. And I feel bad saying that, because he’s my son, and I love him, I really do, but it doesn’t detract from the statement, HE LOOKS AWFUL. See, his hair was getting really long and it was cute during the summer, you know, he was kind of sportin’ the whole casually gorgeous surfer dude haircut, but then it started to look borderline mullet-ish, and mullets are sick and wrong, so Bran took him to his dad’s so he could give him a haircut. Yeah, I’d say that idea bombed. He was freaking out so much that Father-in-Law gave up halfway through the cut. So yes, my child has HALF A HAIRCUT. And really, for entertainment purposes, I’d post pics, but I’ve decided this is a time in his life that I want to repress, so I’m not going to document the evidence for his (and my) emotional salvation at a later date. It’s uneven and it elicits a strong compulsion to weep whenever I look at it. If I put gel in it and squint, it doesn’t look so bad, which is nice. So really we think we might at this point just buzz it, you know, cleanse the palate, but we’ve decided that can only happen under anesthesia. We’re stymied.
5. I know that once the new season of Biggest Loser starts, you know, every season, I have to talk about how much I want Jillian Michaels’ eyebrows. I covet them like one might covet gold and riches and things of the world. I love them, I need them, I want them, oh baby oh baby. I was thinking about posting a pic of them, but I don't know, I mean, is that creepy? I mean I love her so much I might go lesbian for her and I just don't want to come off as obsessed, you know? ;)
6. I found a sweet little boutique yesterday called Expected Maternity, and I luuuurve it. See, I’m having issues with finding maternity clothes, because just because I am a mother, does not in fact mean I want to dress like one. I mean, garish flower prints that are large enough to shelter my family while camping is just not gonna fly. So this boutique was kinda expensive but everything didn’t look so mass manufactured and tired and wilted and the nice fabrics and eclectic designs made me happy. I even scored sa-weet on the sales rack and was able to pick up shirts that were normally $75 for like $25. Not bad, eh?

I’m wearing the shirt that’s pictured in pink, only mine has ¾ length sleeves and is yellow. This other pic is of a shirt that I have decided I NEED. So so adorable and not really mommish, right? Opinions ladies! (Or fashionable men.) (Wait is that an oxymoron?)
7. My mealplan:
8. Wait, I don’t want to talk about it.
9. Seriously I don’t.
10. Damn boxes.