I know this blog is supposed to be about my kids....but I am blaming this one on my kids, so in essence it is about them.
My husband is worried about my "baby brain". Let's be honest, I never was the quickest cat in the box, but two babies in just as many years and sometimes I would swear my brain had been replaced with cottage cheese. I have so many stories of dumbness I am not sure where to start. I'll just let you in on last week's dozies and I am sure you will get how dire the situation is.
Brain Fart 1
Last week marked Shiloh's 9 month of life. For both Sam and Shiloh I have celebrated their first years monthly birthday with a picture of them holding a sign saying "look at me, I am ___ months old today.." and then I write the days date on the bottom of the sign, and update on what the kids is up to, like I have one tooth kind of thing. Well last week I knew it was Shiloh's birthday but never go around to taking the picture, I told everyone that it was here 9 month birthday and I had full intention of taking a picture the next day. Well, today I got the sign out (I reuse the same sign every month just update what it says) and there was last month's date..April 11th....hmmm that is interesting, I was celebrating on the 13th....How do you suppose the Duggers can do it when I apparently cannot keep the dates straight between my two kidsÉ
Brain Fart 2
On Thursday of last week I headed out after dinner to watch my husband play basket ball. When I got to bball I could not find Shi`s bottle anywhere. I had made it and I knew I had brought it out of the house...this wouldn`t be so much of an issue except my picky daughter will only drink out of one of the million or so bottles we have around the house....not to fret though as when I drove down the road on my way home there was my babies bottle, mid road covered in mud but otherwise unharmed.
Brain Fart 3...and counting
The next day I had a busy one we were going out for the whole day and most of the night. Packing for two small kids I think I had 3 bags, 2 strollers one sling....27 diapers...you get the picture. I also had my black book, my lifeline. This black book keeps me in touch with all my friends, helps me to remember when to pay my bills and thankfully reminds me of my family members' birthdays. It is important to my mental health. When I got to my destination, my black book was not in the car or one of the three bags I had brought along. I figured I left it at home. When I returned that night after 10pm there was a msg on my machine from a guy about 10 minutes down the highway from my house. He had rescued my black book from the middle of the road as it flew off the roof of my car.
I figure I currently have the brain capacity of my 9 month old daughter...but she is gaining on me.
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