Friday

-- Spencer woke up just as I was leaving for work yesterday. But he didn't ask for Disney, cereal or sippy cup this time.

Momma, can you wake Henry up?
No baby, Henry's sleeping.
But he needs to wake up because I need to play with him!

So cute. I appeased him with Max & Ruby.

-- Spencer. Loves. Wipeout. I had to promise to DVR it so he would go to bed.

-- I'm thinking of cutting my hair all off. I've gotten to the point again where it takes forever to dry, and half the time I don't like how it looks once it dries anyhow so usually I just have it up all the time.

-- Henry has no interest in walking. He stands against the couch with his head arched onto the seat, and then takes a step to face-plant into a pillow on the floor. He thinks it's hilarious. But why bother trying to walk? He can move so fast on his knees or holding onto things!

-- If you want to keep an under-one busy for a good 20-30 minutes, pile a bunch of different sized pillows on the floor. Don't pile them UP because then he'll fall over them while climbing. Just lay them all over the floor and observe crawling, face-planting, rolling and general cuddling with the pillows. It's adorable.

-- There are so many movies coming out that I want to see! Harry Potter! Muppets! What are you looking for? Are you like me and won't get anywhere near actually seeing them? (ps - it's on my resolution list; I've only seen two and the resolution is six. I need to get hopping.)

-- For Mama Kat's writing prompts yesterday, I nearly wrote about a parenting pet peeve of mine. After going through every submission on the subject, I think that I'm happy I chose to go lighter and telling the world about my bad dates (there are more - don't think you've seen the last of that!) I think that I'm judgmental. I know that I'm judgmental, but with an open mind. Everyone makes snap judgments. It's being open to know that your original observation might be wrong. Some peoples' rants made sense to me, and some just seemed mean. But overall, it just made me want to step back and remind myself that none of us are perfect.