Sure, I could be posting about more important things (or for that matter, interesting) like:
How Mommy Blogs Toronto has some awesome new posts up. Kittenpie and her book pics rock (can't beat the basic ABC's baby) and Metro Mama reviews Mary Lawson's latest book The Other Side of the Bridge.
Or I could be writing my own post for Mommy Blogs Toronto - a non-scientfically tested review of two new-to-me cleaning products that I've tried in my home in my attempt to become greener. And when I say greener, I mean earth-friendly, not actually green, which I probably didn't need to clarify. Not that there's anything wrong with being green.
Or I could be writing about how on Tuesday in swimming class I was the mom-flunkie who forgot a diaper for Bump to wear after taking off her disposable swim trunks in the locker room. And there were no other mom's to beg/borrow/steal a diaper off. So I just put her tights and pants on and told her that going commando is the new hip thing to do. And I also begged her not to pee or (shudder) poop before we got home. And how I did a happy dance when we got home and she was dry as the Sahara. High five Bumper, you get a gold star.
Or how at gymnastics yesterday Bumper received her first sticker for completing her log roll and she promptly ate it.
Or how I watched the movie The Black Dahlia and it sucked. There was so much wrong with that movie I could probably start a blog about just that (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a wee bit but it sucked). There were so many roles miscast and the script was stilted and weak and I'm still reeling from the miscasts that it makes me cry to type these words. Scarlett Johanssen is stunned, Josh Harnett should still be in diapers and sorry Hillary Swank, you look too mature to be playing that role. Aaron Eckhart worked with what he had but he seemed to spend the entire movie running around and punching things. Save yourself the pain and read the book.
Nope instead of talking about those potentially more interesting things, I'm going to post about how freakin' comfy it is to be in bed, with my laptop, a box of Cadbury Easter Cream Eggs and how much I love my duvet when it is -14 outside with a windchill of -24. Because weather like this calls for a warm duvet and a cup of tea. Stay warm kids, winter is finally here.
4 comments:
blogging in bed is the only way to go. With easter cream eggs too boot? oh the life you live.
I now have to brave the freezing cold bc we are out of milk.
pray for me.....
Dave has this house wired so I can blog on the can if I want.
Not that I ever have...
(Julia used to eat stickers, too...she'd open her mouth and there would be a smiley face stuck to her tonsils...
I've been the boob with no diaper before. Or, the boob whose baby had to swim in a regular diaper and the other moms were horrified because apparently there is a danger of non-swimming diapers exploding when they get soaked.
I thought Black Dahlia might suck big time. thanks for the heads up.
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