Oh hey, remember me? In the middle? Heh heh. Just a little blog humor to rev the engines. Vroom vroom. Fasten your seatbelts.
Sorry, I’m a little rusty.
There’s something about this time of year, every year that makes me fall into a slump. I mean, yah, fall is supremely lovely for a couple of weeks… but then daylight savings ends and the sky turns perma-gray and the beautiful golden leaves turn into a brown mush that sticks to my dog’s paws and I find myself wanting to lay face down on a pile of wine every day by 4pm. Eh, more like 3pm. I mean, 2pm. Ok fine, noon. 10am. Breakfast. Mimosas. Blood Mary’s. Margaritas. Mojitos!
What were we talking about?
Unmotivated. Is probably the best way to describe it. Unmotivated to do anything other than the bare minimum. And this year is especially punchy because I now have an extremely active little person to keep entertained/alive amidst the seasonal slump. The last thing I want is for him to feel slumpy. Nothing worse than a slumpy toddler. Except maybe a teething toddler. Or a sick toddler. Or a tantruming toddler. AKA Crosby last Tuesday. But anyways! Sheesh. The point of all this is not to complain but to explain where I’ve been the last couple of weeks. Which is, knee-deep in a vat of merlot with a toddler on my hip. I’m JUST kidding. It’s pinot.
I just read ^^all that^^ back and I sound like a Grumpy McWhinerson. I promise it hasn’t been all doom and gloom around these parts. Despite the fall slump, I must say that we are having more fun than ever with our little Crosboy. (Yes, he was officially promoted from Crosbaby to Crosboy. And I have the gray hairs to prove it.) This age is crazytown, but in the best possible way. He’s understanding so much now (note to self: must stop swearing) and it’s so freaking cute to literally watch him learn things. He’s waving, high-fiving, blowing kisses, dancing… all the ridiculously cute toddler tricks that are probably responsible for the conception of many second children. (#notyet) Right now, Cros is sitting quietly on the floor, paging through an upside down Men’s Health magazine. Bedhead, reindeer pj’s, crusty boogers. The works. He’s my favorite.
And yes, I said reindeer pj’s. Because it’s practically Home Alone/Christmas Vacation season! Gah! Who’s excited? For any fellow Home Alone lovers, I just found out that it’s the 25th anniversary and apparently the movie was playing in select theaters for just two days… and I missed it. Cue the sobbing emoji. Did anyone go and see it? I also discovered that there is a new illustrated book based on the movie. Coughwouldmakeagreatchristmasgiftcough. When my mom and I were in New York last month (which I will post about if I can ever figure how to get my computer and my camera to be friends again…) we were in Washington Square Park and there was a legit pigeon guy who would throw a giant handful of bird seed and hundreds of pigeons would flock to him. It was so bizarre but I kept thinking that he and the HA2 pigeon lady would make a very handsome couple. “Take the turtle doveshhhh”.
Ok welp, randomness is my middle name so I hope you expected nothing less from this blog post. Me, out.