Neither Here nor There

• I took a series of pictures of Bella on her tip-toes recently, but when I looked at them I realized they weren't going to be as cute as I hoped. The problem? Well, the fact that it looks like I have a lint collection in that bottom drawer when really I have a couple lint rollers in there. A lint collection is almost on par with a collection of fingernail clippings or something creepy like that. I just get overzealous with my labeler sometimes (I heart you P-Touch) and end up not thinking through my word choices. Would you like to see more examples? Course you would. And my personal favorite...

• We were at the park last week and an adorable little 3-year-old boy was talking to us. At one point, he looked up at Husband and asked, "Who cut out the middle?" For a second we were confused until he gestured to his own little head of hair. Poor Husband was left trying to explain male-pattern baldness to a toddler.

• Husband, Bella and I headed to the liquor store on foot recently. We had opted against the stroller in favor of carrying Bella in the Ergo since there isn't much room inside the store, but this meant we didn't have anything to carry the alcohol back home in. I made Husband put on his backpack (against his will, I might add) so that we could put the wine and a 6-pack of beer in there. Between the dorky look of the empty backpack and his stink-face about having to wear it, I was giggling the entire walk there. Then, once we were at the store, he was stopped and had to check his backpack, which set off more giggling in me. After we made our purchases, Husband looked down at the 12 bottles of Summer Shandy he had bought in place of a 6-pack and realized it wouldn't even fit in his backpack. So he had to carry it home in his hands while wearing the empty backpack. It was awesome.

• Bella has coined her own special word for her toots. The word? Dada. Each time she lets out a toot, she calls out, "Dada!" Interestingly, this is also what she calls Husband. I'm sure there is no connection.

• On Saturday morning I was taking Bella for a walk when the sun glinted off a few coins on the sidewalk. Lo and behold someone had dropped a penny, a nickel, and a quarter. Oh lucky day! I bent over to pick up the quarter, only to find it was glued down to the sidewalk. I quickly straightened up and looked around, trying to look all casual. The last time this type of thing happened it involved frat guys and fishing line and it was very humiliating so I was fearing a repeat of that incident. Luckily, there appeared to be no one hiding in the bushes laughing at me. Those pesky kids! Why, I oughtta...

• 99% of the time I want to end my posts with the following:

Love,
The Mothership

I know it's not right, but it's what my heart is telling me to do. And now you know the truth.

Love,
The Mothership