Up for grabs: TWO tickets to see The Wiggles live in concert in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan.
Where: TCU Place
When: Friday, August 5th @ 6:30pm
My kid loves these guys. My mother bought her one of their DVDs and Lily goes ape for it. Want to win? Just leave a comment below. One entry per person. Winner will be chosen on July 25th 2011 via random.org
So, Lily is passed out beside me as I type this. In our bed. Hogging my body pillow that I can’t sleep without, that I sleep with every night since I became pregnant with Lily. I kinda want to pull it out from under her head. I totally would if it was Dustin hogging it. That’s how I roll.
The “sleep, and stay asleep in your own bed” thing isn’t really working out for us.
The thing is, I love sleep. And I can’t sleep when she’s screaming MOMMYS BED at two am. Which results in either Dustin or I lifting her up and putting her inbetween us when she comes half sleep walking into our room.
It doesn’t help that she is warm and cuddly, and that her hair smells so good. I sniff her a lot.
She will nap in her own bed.
But like clock work, everynight around midnight, she’s up and wants to be in our bed.
I fear she will be sleeping inbetween us at age nineteen, and ill still be smushed up against the wall with a foot in my back. By then ill probably have a permanent foot indent mark.
“Oh that? That’s just my disfigured back because I’m a shit parent who can’t figure out why my kid won’t stay in her own bed.”
Ill probably get a humpback and be forced to live in a tower.
Hopefully Lily will still want to cuddle me then….
Following photo taken after she rolled over and before I snatched my rightful body pillow away from her.
That shit is mine.
The directions were wrong. When you first assemble the house, the box stated to “Hold in place for 10 minutes.” Obviously they meant an HOUR, because that’s how long it took after it caved in twice and chunks of the roof fell off and I had to prop it up with books. The pictures resemble nothing of what sits on my dining room table. It’s like a creepy, abandoned farmhouse with half the roof gone, with gumdrops. Its the Blair Witch Gingerbread House.
This is probably one of our first family photos ever. I don’t think we have too many, usually it’s just me going nuts with the camera featuring Dustin and Lily. This was taken at Dustin’s brothers wedding last weekend. It was beautiful, and Lily was such a good girl that weekend. She even slept. IN A HOTEL ROOM. Where there are no white noise machines or walls separating us. Or black out curtains. But she did pretty well, and I think this bodes well for the future and calls for more Leaving The City For A Few Days trips. Also in this photo, I’m wearing a dress for the first time since elementary school. I hate dresses but this one was comfy and reminded me of a silky fancy housecoat/robe thing. Pretty sure Dustin has had a few dozen Boh’s by this point…
Moments before these photos were taken, Lillienne was pulled into the lake by her cousin. She was a little shocked at first, obviously most upset since her leather sandals got soaked. Then she ran off and decided she was very excited to run around in a fifteen pound diaper.