Balancing everything to get in equal parts trashy reality TV, time with my son, and running is tough. Like I've said before many times, I run at the rather nice gym at work to save a bit of time. It is super convenient, but it is a big adjustment knowing that I've seen more of my coworkers naked than I would ever care to see. It is like middle school gym class all over again.
If she doesn't find you classy, she should at least find you clumsy!
(These were running shorts. Read: no underwear)
How YOU doing!!??!?!
I'm not sure I could get past the smelly cat song....
A show about nothing indeed
I really like to cook. It is equal parts engineering, art, drinking wine, and singing at the top of my lungs. The unfortunate part? My son doesn't quite take to my signing as much as I do. So, while I'm doing a great job of teaching him life skills, I am obviously falling VERY short teaching him "culture".
Oh-sa son, why-sa you-sa so un-ah-happy?! Mama Mia!!!
Fortunately, he likes this MUCH more
Thank goodness my son doesn't read my blog, yet.
BONUS PIC!! This just has terrible terrible idea written all over it.
Rip it to shreds. Hang ten
Finally, as usual, I would be remiss if I didn't include a few pictures of my son. Happy Friday!
Pajama Day + cowboy boots from Uncle Barry = Pictures to be shown at his wedding
Tired little boy even BEFORE a pizza playdate