This morning, just to get a grammatical rise out of me, my husband uttered the follwing:
“I thought this morning we’d eat brakfest, then head over to the liberry, read about callepittars, and try not to get fustrated.”
Yup, I had a hard time finishing the diaper change with that one. It took me a minute to realize he was joking, because he really does talk that way. He knows it’s not right, so it’s endearing.
I bought the boy an inflatable baby pool today. The store was all out of the hard plastic ones, so now I have to figure out how to inflate the thing. The air compressor scares me. It’s amazing how much time and money I spend on a four-month old.
Music for today: Amos Lee, “What’s Been Going On” (Forgive the shoddy video. I just wanted a link to the song.)
Epiphany 