My baby is officially 18 months old. I submit this challenge to you, readers. If there is even one among you who doesn't believe that the photo above makes my youngest look at least 13 years old, let them speak and will admit I am wrong. But seriously. He's huge.
I have determined that it is 100% impossible to get a child at the age of 18 months to sit still next to a teddy bear for a long enough period of time to get a decent photo. Instead you end up with shots like this:
I apologize for that music reference that just dated me like crazy. People at my age are bound to have momentary lapses in judgment, you know.
No Mommy! This is my good side! I refuse to let you shoot me straight on.
Such a diva, isn't he? I did manage to get one shot that I think might work, but if I'm really feeling like I'm in the mood for another dose of frustration, I'll attempt another mini shoot with the bear today or tomorrow.
Also making me smile recently:
Despite the snow on the ground and the 16 degree reading on the thermometer (and by thermometer I mean my iPhone), I went for a run OUTSIDE on Saturday morning. I only survived this run for two reasons: 1. There was no wind whatsoever. 2. The good people of this city take insanely good care of this running path. For real, I was absolutely floored by how well cleared this path was of any ice and piled up snow. I was grateful because I'm a crazy clutz who is likely to slip and break my ankle somewhere near my turnaround point, forcing me to hobble the mile and a half back to the house. And even though I said this made me smile, I'd like to admit that this is how I actually looked upon my return home:
This made me smile on Friday night:
I finished my shift early enough to partake in a pretty pink raspberry martini. I love it when I get to pretend to be a grown up.
And finally, these two videos made me smile as I stumbled across them this weekend.
Isaiah enjoyed watching the little gem with me that hearkened back to 2009:
And then after I was done sobbing because my Isaiah was wearing a shirt that now sits in Thomas' drawer, I clicked on another link and found this video of Matthew Morrison and Lea Michele performing at the Tony Awards and I remembered everything about why I fell in love with Glee in the first place. At the same time, it made me mourn a bit for how....ummmmm....skanky it is quickly becoming. It would be nice to get back to a bit more of this, but I highly doubt the producers care one iota about what I think.
I love the Spiderman gag at the end. All I could think about is that Sesame Street episode where Grover stars in "Spidermonster the Musical" and he keeps jumping on the lap of the one dude in the audience.
I need to get out more.
Have a wonderful Monday!