I know but so many things to talk about in one little blog post. lol So our son is now 5 and every night at bedtime we read stories and say prayers. One night almost a year ago our adorable son decided he was too tired to say the long version (where we say everyone's name in our immediate family) so he he wanted the short version. :) So now it's a nightly question if he is "a little tired" or "a lot tired" to determine which version we say. The last couple nights he has hemmed and hawed about how tired he was. So I asked if he wanted the short version or long version which was promptly followed by his response "what's the difference?" Tonight our adorable son was extra tired and when that happens sometimes his words don't come out quite right. So tonight after stories he quickly informed me that he was thinking he wanted the long virgin of the prayer, he said it twice and it I had to giggle. Just something funny about the words prayer and virgin in the same sentence coming from a 5 year old that you just can't help but giggle!
Then it was on to putting Sweet Pea to sleep. Little Man has always had his teddy to snuggle with growing up and then as he got older he had a build-a-bear puppy that he snuggled with but Sweet Pea never really took to anything like that until now. Her latest and greatest funny thing is to snuggle with her sippy cup of milk at bedtime. She likes to have it when we read stories and lately I can't seem to get her to give it back to me when I lay her down in bed, she actually wants to snuggle it sleep! Of all the things I may think of her snuggling with, I never dreamed in a million years it would be a sippy cup! So she has a pint sized Mickey that I wait until she's tired enough not to care when I do the exchange.
Then vanity jeans, agh where to start... Well I've been losing weight at a steady rate finally since having Sweet Pea 19 months ago. This means clothes shopping of course. So my jeans now are a size 10 and I'm on the verge of a size 8 at least I think I am. So I go to my favorite place to shop NY & Co tonight since I had to get some new shirts and I decide to give jeans a whirl to see how close I am to that 8. Well I was quickly irritated by the fact that I can squeeze into and button but wouldn't leave the house in one style of size 8 and then in a different style a 10 barely fit, talk about depressing! I think it has a lot to do with the cut and fit but still it's such a big difference it's amazing and depressing all at once. I guess this would be something they'd call vanity sizing but it seems to work both ways. Guess I have to just keep relying on the ol' tape measure to gauge my losses. I'm hoping to be in a 6 by my birthday in December though, I will succeed if it's the last thing I do!
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