The Little Pirate has a runny nose. Not just a little one, either. The amount of snot dripping out and off of his cute face is unbelievable to me. Because he is covered in snot, I am covered in snot. I mean covered, as in clothing changes have been required. It's lovely. Just lovely.
This morning he was sleeping in the chair with me, and either I pushed him or he rolled overboard. I woke up just in time to see him disappear over the chair of the arm. I mean arm of the chiar. I mean Chari. I mean chair. Urgh. Mother of the Year. Right here. Luckily, the closet door was being held open with my towel, so he more slid down between the closet door & the cahir, I mean chair. (Why is that one so hard for me today!?) Anyway, he obviously was crying, but not hurt crying just mad that he had been woked up crying. *woken. *woken? Hmm.
I've been reading The Pioneer Woman's new book, Black Heels to Tractor Wheels. Oh my heavens! It deserves it's own post which I'll write after I actually finish the book. Let's just say me & Ree, we're like two peas in a pod -her and I. We could possibly be very best friends, only now she's all super, mega famous & super, mega famous people don't just collect new best friends. Even if we are like, the same exact person. Well... subtract the fact that I'm only worth about a hill of beans in the kitchen & my phototag skills are mediocre to fair & I don't actually live on a ranch yet.
Another week of April has been lived up! Happy weekend!!