November 18, 2010

I Lied

Yep. That's right.  I lied.  I said that I would never ever in a million years wear skinny jeans.  I've said a hundred times that skinny jeans were made by Satan himself just to make us curvy girls feel like crap about ourselves.  But I caved y'all.  I bought some boots at Target (which were a steal at $29!- take that Uggs!)  Once I bought the boots, I needed some jeans that I could wear them with. (I'm feeling very "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" right now.)

I went into jeans crisis mode until I saw a friend at church who has a body similar to mine wearing skinny jeans.  And they looked cute.  So I stuck my hand down the back of her pants and fished for the label, got the brand and then went on a quest to find those suckers and see if I could squeeze my butt into them.  Amazingly, I found 'em at TJMaxx for the bargain price of $16.99.  Hot diggity dog.  Curvy girls can evidently wear skinny jeans, too.  Granted I don't look as cute as my 100 pound mother does in her skinnys, but such is life.  (And seriously- why in the world didn't I get her petite genes?)  Mother's curse us in ways they don't even mean too!

I felt dumb taking a picture of myself.  But I had to make Babbling Abby proud.  So here is the end result.  Complete with hips and butt and all squeezed into some $16 jeans.
 And yes- the only full length mirror I have is in the bathroom.  The only way you can see your whole self (which quite honestly, I never really want to) is to stand up on top of the toilet.  My tiny side kick came in there with me.

 It is a good thing that child is cute because he has been on a 48 hour quest to make me miserable.  It has been one of those periods of time where I'd rather go to a job where all I do is poke myself with red hot pokers for 8 hours a day than stay home with Miles while he acts out of control.  Trama and Attachment can kiss my butt.

On a funny note, I washed and detangled his hair the other day and it dried kind of Don King-ish.
Once Miles got the tubes put in his ears, I mostly wash his hair in the kitchen sink so I don't have to mess with putting wax in his ears.  When he's laying there on the counter with his head over the sink getting his hair washed, I can't help but giggle everytime.  When his hair is flowing back and wet, he looks just like Reverand Al Sharpton.

Noah has taken up painting. He told me that he was going to paint a picture of our family.  He painted me first, then asked if I would help him paint our dog, Emma.  Then he painted Daddy, himself and his sister.  The only person missing, was Miles.  So Noah drew this little blob at the bottom of the page.  I said, "Oh! Is that Miles? He's so cute and little!"  To which Noah replied, "Well, really that is our pet jellyfish.  But I guess you can pretend that it's Miles if you want to!"

So here is our family as Noah sees it- pet jellyfish and all.

That about wraps it up.  We are laying low until Miles stops raging.  He was sick on Sunday and Monday.  During that time he was super snuggly and lovey dovey. Plus- we had Sadie's b-day in there and she got lots of attention.  Miles can stand it when someone else gets attention.  These last few days of pure chaos are obvioulsy fallout.  Hopefully he'll snap out of it soon and we can return to our regularly scheduled programming!

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