I changed my mind
I started to write this post in a foul mood, spurred by my endlessly button-pushing mother-in-law. A few sentences in, I just sort of lost all energy for raging against her. There really is no more useless endeavor. She is not going to change and neither am I. Breathe in, breathe out.
Of infinitely more interest to me is that my friend/customer/ex-personal trainer and his wife welcomed their first baby, Lucas (shout out to the Star Wars geeks among us). I have never seen a more woozily in-love daddy than Andrew. He was cooing over his phone, people. This g0-g0-g0, all energy Marine was nearly knocked off his feet by cell phone pix of his nugget. The sweetest thing ev-ar.
Also, a good excuse to kind of go bananas in the baby dept. of Target. How am I supposed to pass up camo tennies and eentsy red sunglasses that say "First 4th of July" on the arms and a little romper with a bulldog on it that says "Tough Guy"? Take it from me, it is not possible. Not that I want to have another baby, mind you, but if someone were to just give me one, well, who am I to argue with fate?