DADDY the stylist

Hubby and baby went to church together this morning while I slept since she kept me up most of the night. Hubby dressed her. It made me smile.

I hope your Sunday was full of smiles too.

this is REAL LIFE, people

---Julie Blackmon---

Hubby and I often talk about how things that happen in real life are so much more interesting and unbelievable than anything anyone could imagine up. Real people are so much crazier than movie characters. Real situations are so much funnier than Seinfeld.... no, actually, Seinfeld is based on real life so it's pretty much just as funny as real life. Real life never fails to shock me and make me laugh- and that laughing often happens when I'm recalling funny instances from the week and am all by myself (i.e. wearing a baby--- which is pretty much all by myself because baby can't really contribute a lot to conversations at this point) strolling around a store where people can see me laughing to myself.

(Sidenote: Don't people look crazy when they are all alone and smiling? Whenever movies try to depict a crazy person, at some point they are just eerily smiling to themselves. I saw someone walking on the sidewalk the other day and they were just smiling to themselves and I thought, "Caaaaraaazyyy!" but then I remembered I do that all the time. I must look like a crazy too. Okay, I suppose I am. :End Sidenote)

Real life is too funny to not share the silly things that are seen, overheard, and experienced, so I have decided they will have their place on Crooked Shmooked. Because really, I want to turn you all into smiling and laughing crazies, like me. :)

playing CATCH-UP

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Well we finally have the internet back up thanks to my husband and our tech-savvy friend who plays tech support for us via text message. I can't believe I haven't been in the swing of blogging for 2 whole months. I've missed it but life has kept me busy enough with other things. I have been:

-- on a family vacation to a Clear Lake lake house with my parents, sister, bro-in-law and 7 month old niece. Vacationing with a 2 1/2 month old is not vacationing. We came back more tired than before. 

-- deciding to be more social- I am an introvert and a bit of a hermit by nature- and had dinners and chats at home with friends a handful of times. They were relaxing and enjoyable and are forcing me to come out of my shell more.

-- writing down real life scenarios I want to someday weave into a book. As creative as I try to be, life is even more surprising and random than what I can come up with on a high-functioning brain day. 

-- trying to "finish" decorating the house. There are still lots of projects I want to do but things are coming together more and more every week. I look forward to having it done enough that I can share photos with you.

-- amazed that I was on call for jury duty and didn't get called in. Wonderful.

-- watching Adelaide smile and laugh and babble and finally come through some seriously grumpy and high maintenance weeks. She was nursing every 2 hours day AND night for over a month. Insanity. I am slowly catching up on sleep and returning to normal life tasks. 

-- learning that the little girl loves being out to see new things, so we've been spending lots of time shopping, well, mostly the window sort, and she has been l-o-v-i-n-g it. She's a shopaholic already. Scary.

-- debating whether I should chop my hair off again or let it grow out. Every time I see a pixie cut on a stylish woman I want to chop mine back off. But then every time I see someone with long bedhead curls or hair thrown up into a fabulous ponytail with a tiny french braid twisted in, I want to grow my hair out. The longer I debate, the longer my hair gets, so I suppose by I am deciding by not deciding...

-- learning to speed date with my husband. We used to go on long, carefree day dates, but those days are on hold for the time being. Now we drop the girl off with grandma or nana and see how much we can jam into 2 hours. Or we just go home to relax in a babyless home. I love those glorious hours with just my husband. He is a fun one to date.

-- dreaming of a perfect life not sitting in a crooked house surrounded by laundry and a crying baby while I try to function on little sleep and attempt to make myself look presentable. But how boring would perfect be? I wouldn't be covered in teething baby drool that leaked out of an enormous baby smile. I wouldn't be able to laugh with my husband at yet another crack running up our kitchen wall. I wouldn't be able to appreciate freshly shaved legs after a week (or 2... this is real life, people!) of hairy ones. And perfection can stay a dream... Imperfection creates a much more interesting reality.

What have you all been up to? In real life and in your daydreams?

P.S. I wrote this post one-handed as my other hand is trapped below a sleeping baby. Motherhood is throwing all sorts of new talents my way.