This morning, the height of hilarity to Anna was when she threw up on my shoulder (on her bib, thankfully) and then mushed it into her face. Big smiles all around for that. So I'm thinking I should add "puke on face" right above "blank walls" to the list of things she finds amusing.
So, yesterday was HOT around here. Our house was 26 degrees inside. But, since it was such a beautiful day, I didn't want to put the air on... I wanted to enjoy the warmth. However, when it came time to go to bed, our house was still 26 degrees. (Well, it was 25.5... close enough). And when I woke up at midnight to get up and feed Anna, I was roasting. So, after she was done eating, I took off the ol' pajama pants before going back to bed. Then I put them back on before feeding her again at 5am. (For some reason my mind was telling me it was 'wrong' to feed Anna pant-less???) The whole reason for this long, blathering paragraph is because I've just looked down and realized I put them on inside out. And I have no intention of changing them. Apparently it's not acceptable to have no pants on around Anna, but inside-out pants are just fine.
I have had the same damn song stuck in my head for 3 days now. Over and over and over again, it keeps repeating in my head. Sadly, it's a Kindermusik song... so it's not even close to being a good one to have stuck in my adult head. This is my life now? Walking around with puke on my shoulder, my pants on inside out, singing "Come my little darling, a-walking we will go..."???
A few people told me about the post-pregnancy phenomenon of losing your hair. Your hair apparently falls out a lot after you have your baby. I don't know about most women, but my hair used to fall out like crazy before being pregnant... so I assumed I was aware of what it's like to have your hair falling out all over the place. I assumed wrong. I'm now finding my hair (capital "e") Everywhere. Super annoying. I look down at Anna, she's got hair on her sleeper. I go to put her in her crib, but wait! Gotta pick the hairs off her crib sheet first. I go to give Andrew a hug... there's my hair hanging from his chin, stuck in his beard. I feel a tickle on my arm? It's a hair. On the nursing pillow? Hair. On the kitchen floor? Hair. In the shower? Hair. And don't even get me started about the bathroom sink after I've blow-dried. It's like a bird nest just instantly forms in our sink every time I get ready for the day. I seriously hope I don't end up bald in a few months...
Anna's napping now, so I think I'll take advantage of the time to have a little brekkies, tidy up the kitchen, throw a load of laundry on. Get the day going. That sort of stuff.
(But I'm not changing my pants.)