Some of my favorite people have been doing confessions lately
so since I'm a copycat with no original content,
I am doing the same.
1. I avoid bathing my children.
The in-between-bath-times have been stretched realllly far.
Days, sometimes a week.
Yes I bathe Aaron when he's sweating or sticky or smelly,
but generally I come up with a list of excuses not to
(e.g.: "He's not seeing anyone important tomorrow.
Just daycare. Who cares if he smells?")
Same for Oliver.
I justify this because you aren't suppose to bathe babies a lot
but really I am just lazy.
2. I get choked up reading "Stormy Night."
It is in no way a sappy book
(nor creepy, like the psycho creepy "Love You Forever" book)
but the little diddy gets me all choked up every time.
3. I thought I'd be ok with a baby attached to me at all times... but no.
I'm all for Attachment Parenting but I didn't realize how much I enjoy my few hours away until Oliver started a bottle strike this week.
Just in time, too, because this weekend he's supposed to be away from me for a full day so Adam and I can paint the new house.
4. We are officially hiring packers to pack our house.
Yes, I could do it.
I absolutely could.
But I don't want to.
And because I don't want to, we are spending a pretty penny to have someone else do it.
5. The other day I ate 7 Oreos while making this trifle.
I also licked the pudding batter off the whisk, the bowl... and the counter.