-An impromptu sunset photo session in Laguna, gorgeous sunset rivaled only by my gorgeous family.
-2 weeks of mom's home cooking. Unfortunately, the pancakes and desserts are less than blissful settled in as extra volume on my midsection. Ah, whatever. Diet starts tomorrow.
-The Bachelor kicking off its 89th season. Another parade of intoxicated idiocy, phony amour forged over stale roses. I'll be glued to every trainwreck minute. My money's on the widow with the eye lift or the ex-Cowboy cheerleader.
-The way motherhood somehow fits better each and every day. Just when I think I CAN'T love this kid any more, I couldn't possibly be ANY happier to be his mommy....I wake up the next morning to his chubby little grin and discover more love, more eagerness to teach and guide and give, more laughter to share.
Bliss is not:
-Anderson pooping so forcefully while we were out to dinner tonight that said poop shot out his diaper and up his back. Not down his legs, up his back. This, dear friends, is a baby phenomenon I have yet to figure out. How can poop go UP ones BACK when one is definitely not standing on ones head? How do babies poop UPWARDS? The stench by the time we got home to handle this toxic predicament, I tell you, it could have taken the paint off the walls.
-Leaving California tomorrow. The problem with having a family as wonderfully fun, kind, and comfortable as this one is that at some point, the goodbye comes around.