....gathers no moss. That is Finn's new saying as he is rolling over like crazy! This is definitely his new trick and he is eager to show it off constantly. If I put him down on the floor on his back, he's on his tummy before I can blink. And if I put him on his tummy for tummy-time, he rolls onto his back! I guess he is just showing me who's boss.
With my birthday quickly approaching, I had an especially old-lady moment today when I went to get a new cover for the light in the kitchen. Ours broke when a good samaritan was changing the bulbs. Apparently these are "fancy" light covers that they don't have at Lowe's or Home Depot, so I had to head to a specialty lighting store where they sell lamps for four-hundred and fifty dollars. Anyway, I wasn't feeling too good about my appearance today...I have been in utter and complete refusal to buy new pants for work ever since I bought some right before I went back and they didn't fit one week later. Sooooo, my pants choices in the morning are: 1) too big or 2) too small. The "too small" variety won't button all the way up, so when I choose these, as I did today, I have to wear a pretty frumpy shirt to hide the fact that they are only zipped and the top flaps that usually button are splayed open. My sweater today was very old and a little faded and looked like I borrowed it from my grandmother. Under it, I had on a maternity tank top that basically stretched down to my knees in the front. Not to mention that at the beginning of the day my make-up is questionable, as in "did I put mascara on both eyes or just one?", so you KNOW at the end of the day it is looking atrocious. And don't even get me started on my hair. So Finn and I go into this fru-fru lighting store and we are greeted by the cutest, perkiest little 25-year-old blond on the planet. Seriously, she was adorable. So well put together in a make-you-wanna-slap-her kind of way. Of course she could help me she said and she clicked away on her designer high heels to find my light cover. I noticed as she walked away that she had a perfect winter tan. You know, not fake looking, but just enough to look like she's been freshly sun-kissed from a tropical vacation. Her mini-skirt and hip costume jewelry would be perfect for later when she met her girlfriends for a drink downtown. Probably an apple-tini. Or wait, a cosmopolitan. She interrupted my day-dream when she returned with the cover and as she rang me up I lamented my frumpy appearance and reminisced back to when I was cool too. She sweetly offered to help me out to my car since I had the baby and all and of course as we're leaving I ram the stroller into a very expensive looking light display. Now my self-esteem is really spiraling downhill until she says "Thanks so much! Come back to see us. And your baby is soooo cute!" That fixed everything. I'm a not-cool mom! And there's nothing else I would rather be.
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