Confessions

I'm in way over my head with boxes, newspaper, dust, and Lysol wipes. Our lease is up in less than two weeks, and I haven't even made a dent in the packing. It's completely stressful, to say the least, and on top of it all- we slept in an 82 degree apartment last night. Our air conked out in the midst of my packing and running around hunting down a clean bottle (which, by the way, doesn't exist.) The air is fixed now, praise God. 

Confession of a mommy who is paranoid

No matter what it is, no matter how far across the room- if it's not his, Austin wants it. The dozens of toys sprawled out in front of him are simply not enough. He wants that computer cord, over there. And those plastic bags, next to the garbage can. Everything hazardous and totally off limits. If I forgot to put it out of reach, he finds it. He's really keeping me on my toes over here.  

Confession of a dog mommy
No matter how many times I vacuum the carpet, no matter how many times I brush the dog, Austin still finds dog hair hidden in the carpet or under the couch. He gets it caked on his little face and stuck in between his fingers. I even find it in his diaper from time to time. It's gross. Doesn't seem to bother Austin much, but I have a total conniption when I find Austin with a mouthful of fur. Thank goodness for wood floors and tile in the new condo.

Confession of a mommy with great reflexes

Austin has recently become very skilled in his hand movements and very agile with his little body. It's cute, to say the least. You know when it is not cute? When I'm changing his diaper. It's absolutely not cute when I'm changing his diaper. It's downright annoying and a complete pain in the poopy butt.

Confession of a mommy who is tired of packing
This is the extent of the decor that is adorning our lovely apartment at the moment. #movingproblems
I especially love the toy monkeys hanging from it- this piece just screams interior design.

Confession of a proud and lucky wife (who totally has the right to brag)
My husband works 65+ hours a week to keep up with our craziness, wants, and needs- at a job he might not particularly like, I might add. He is incredibly smart, a total stud who speaks four languages, and about to graduate with double degrees- yet he stands on his feet all day taking drink orders just to provide for this (early start) of a family. I couldn't be more proud of him. I love you, Juan!