INSTALIFE POSTS ARE LIFE-BASED + PHOTOS ARE DIRECTLY FROM MY INSTAGRAM FEED.
Most days I look at Wes and he looks the same to me – same height, same build, same hair, same sweet smile. Nate will come home and claim that the kid grew 2 inches while he was at work, but I just don’t see it. And then I take pictures like the one above where he no longer even resembles the teeny baby that I once held with such caution that I was scared to breathe. He’s full boy, climbing on LITERALLY (and I actually mean literally) everything, running as fast as he can and babbling nonstop. I can’t even handle it when he grins at me, and he is doing this really adorable thing right now where he’ll look me dead in the eye and stroke my cheeks so sweetly. It stems from the times that he would grab my face something fierce and I would tell him to be gentle while I made his little hands stroke my cheeks. Now he does it all on his own and makes my heart into a great big puddle in the process.
Lately I’ve been overly aware of the fact that I wear a T-shirt and scarves pretty much anywhere I go, and the always-present tail drama from Bunker. I mean really, shouldn’t we be able to reason with dogs? Because HOLY GOODNESS life would be so much easier if I could! We have a muzzle, a cone, and a neck pillow thingy to try and keep this dog from licking his tail and he still finds a way to get around it and pull the bandages off.
HEAVEN HELP ME I may go crazy. Like I’m getting really worked up and typing a little too hard right now. Breathe… breathe… breathe…
OK so I’ve been eating really well lately and was getting pretty proud about it. And then the Super Bowl hit. And I ate probably 1.5 pizzas over the course of that day, plus about 1/4 of a batch of Pioneer Woman’s Spinach Artichoke dip. I think I claimed that I was likely not going to eat again for a week and totally planned to stick to that…until the next morning. At least I can say I ate what I liked and didn’t eat anything that I thought was so-so. That counts as success, right?
Oh, and coffee. There has been a LOT of that consumed this week. A LOT.
I find that I’ve turned into the crazy weather lady that no one wants to talk to. You know, the one who only ever talks about the weather and who only ever complains when she’s talking about it? Yep, totally me right now. I can’t help it though, I am beyond ready for some warmth. The cold here in Arkansas is like none I’ve ever lived in before; the dampness gets right into my bones and I just can’t get warm. I mean sure, I walk around the house in shorts and all, but I used to could (usetacould?) do that everywhere else and was totally fine. And no, it’s not because I’m older now. NO WAY.
Anyway, I looked at my weather app and saw that the weather is supposed to be bitter cold for another 5+ days and totally flipped out. I took Wes to Fresh Market and got a bundle of flowers to try and cheer myself up and I must say that they have. Completely recommend doing that if you’re suffering from crazy-angry-winter-weather-lady syndrome like I am.
The other night I refused to get on my phone after 5pm and it was so completely liberating. I need to do that more often. I don’t know if I’m at a point where I want to divorce my iPhone yet, but I’m not in love with how anxious I get about it at times. Some time apart was really good for me!
Yesterday I was gearing up to make my smoothie (yes, despite the bitter cold I’ve complained nonstop about) and realized that I used up all of my spinach for dinner the night before. So I left the spinach out and had a fruity one instead and it was just as delicious! Plus I have to say the pretty purple color kind of made my heart happy.
Wes has been going through some kind of terribly sad cold thing + teething (FOREVER TEETHING) + being an almost-2-year-old for a couple days now. Oh, and when the snow started falling yesterday I think he and I both teared up a little. I figure it’s a good excuse to get a head start on packing our house up, but he’s not so much in love with being stuck inside all of the time. Like I said, I can’t wait til the weather gets better. This family needs some sunshine! (And 4 more teeth to poke their little toothy heads through).
How was your week?!