No need to call in the generic search party of hot English fuzz, wearing their notoriously outdated bobby's, waving wooden batons in the air while trying to calm down a pack of barking blood hounds, screaming, "Hold on, old boys! We'll find 'em. We'll find 'em good!"
Just thought I'd give you a quick note. Tonight. At 11:12PM. After eating far too much red velvet cake. With cream cheese frosting. Which is, by-the-way, my other lover. For some reason red velvet is synonymous with sexy. Sexy cake. Haha wow, it's late. Moving on...
1. Jude is crawling. LEGITIMATELY CRAWLING. No training wheels on this kid. Not sure what crawling training wheels would be. Maybe a small skateboard wheel superglued to his forehead so his feet wouldn't have to do all the work.
2. My mom is coming on Wednesday! I'm super super super stoked. It is kind of weird to see her sometimes though. Since I'm starting to realize my aging process has begun, every time I see my mom it's kind of eire. Like looking into the future.
3. I start training for my little job next week. More of them dolla bills?: Plus. Not seeing Jude for 8 hours once or twice a week?: Probably the most devastating thing I can think of. In my world, every thing would be free. Ha..hello communism. Or is it socialism? Natalie, ask Grant.
4. Stake Conference was absolutely amazing. Our leaders taught us to stand in holy places, and to do so we need to concentrate on making our homes better sanctuaries for our families to grow spiritually. One of my favorite quotes: "Turn off the TV. Fill your homes with sweet music and scriptures."
5. I've mastered the big, cone-shaped bun. And I've strategically placed it on top of my head to draw your eyes away from the fat-lady belly I created this weekend with an unhealthy consumption of kettle chips, dark chocolate, and those IKEA meatballs and cream sauce.
6. Oh yeah, and as of tonight, Jude is pulling himself up in his crib. I walked by his room tonight and just about choked on my ice cream sandwich. I found the crazy animal standing up in his crib while curiously looking over the edge. I felt like screaming, "Don't do it, buddy! Not when you haven't lived!..."
It's 11:35PM. Yes, it took me 23 minutes to write that gob of nonsense. And, yes, I had to confide in my dashboard calculator to subtract 35 from 12 for me.
'Till tomorrow. Sleep tight! Pray I don't wake up to a loud thunk originating from Jude diving head first out of the crib.