With less than 30 days to go, I’m changing my wedding dress (this is not the result of bridezilla-ness, it’s b/c I bought my dress 2 seconds after we got engaged in 2011 fitted and everything and now I feel like I will need to remove my rib cage to fit into it)
So there’s fucking that.
Plastic bagging with arm holes down the aisle!
My little L got his first big boy haircut the other day and I nearly cried. My sister in law sent me a picture of his new do and he just looked so handsome.
Beyond that, I was a little upset because he looked like a little boy. He didn’t look like a baby anymore and I don’t know if the picture was taken up-close, but his little tiny hands didn’t look so tiny anymore and I was so sad because HOW DID TIME FLY BY THIS FAST?!
I remember holding him when he weighed 4 pounds, amazed that such a little body could breathe.
Then, I immediately told Matt, L was basically going to college.
If this is an ounce of what parents feel, I don’t know if I can handle it.
I hope he will always be the kid who throws his arms up when he sees us. Seeing him so grown up with his new hair cut made me think that one day when arms are out for hugs, it’s going to be my head nestled into his chest instead of the other way around.
ALL THE FEELS.
The Little Mermaid
Last night we went out with one of my childhood best friends and her husband. She is pregnant with her 2nd child so everyone was drinking but her.
Her husband does not really get many chances to hang out EVER so he went for it. Instead of ordering food, he just ordered courses of drinks. I was crying laughing because he was saying things like “For my first meal I’d like a beer and I want to follow that up with another beer.”
Well the night progresses, we drink and have appetizers and it’s time to leave. It’s 10:30 and I am EXHAUSTED.
He and I plop down in some leather reading chairs and our significant others look at us so embarrassed because we are on the verge of sleeping right there.
K and Matt definitely bonded over the experience because how much does it suck to take care of a bunch of sleepy ass drunk people.
10:30 on a Saturday night. When did I become such an old lame-o???