Bath Time Similarities

Header1-01So last night, Mike and I were giving Rhett and bath, and he looked super cute. So naturally, I snapped some pictures and sent them to Kay.

She thought I sent her a picture of Hunter – her own son – in the tub. So I put the pictures next to each other. Same tub, same wash cloth, same soul?




Manly Baby


I like to think of my son as extremely manly. Hell, with a name like Rhett Calhoun, I’m going to have to buy him a banjo, a beebee gun, a coonskin cap, a baseball mitt, a tool set, and any other number of manly things. And I like that.

So when I took a picture of him the other day, I had to laugh. He looks like a disapproving baby. Kind of like side-eye Chloe…



So I memed. And I love meming. Truly. Here’s Rhett as the Disapproving, Manly Baby. He’s a little judgmental and presumptuous, but that’s why we love him.

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Friday the 13th is Out to Get Us.


Well, it’s official.  Today sucks balls.

Mike’s heater in his car blew out. He’s been driving to work an hour away in negative temperatures with no heat.

Then, our furnace was acting up. Service guy last week says nothing is wrong. Then why is it 55 degrees in my house,  asshole? So I have another guy coming today. Probably getting a new furnace.

Then there is RSV going around daycare. Awesome. Rhett is supposed to get baptized tomorrow.  Last time he was supposed to get baptized, he got the flu. I hope I don’t have a Damian situation on my hands. KIDDING. But I really would like to get him baptized soon.

Where is the Xanax?

Rhett and I Are Google Slaves


My husband always talks about how I’m a Google slave. It’s true. I refuse to switch to iPhones because I don’t know what I’d do without my Google sync. Every time Google asks me to take a survey, I take it. If they put out a new app, I download it without any question. I love the Googles.

And when they automatically back up my pictures that I take on my phone – namely pictures of the Squidge – I get SUPER excited. So when they put together a GIF for me of Rhett smiling in his Bumbo, I devoted 10 more years of my life to the Googles.

Here he is!


Ode to My Handbags


If you know me at all, you know about my obsession with handbags. These 3 are my babies:

Frye1 Frye2 Frye3But I haven’t carried one of these bad boys since I got home from the hospital. Why? Because it just doesn’t make sense to carry a car seat, a diaper bag, and a purse. I just put all my crap in the diaper bag with Rhett’s crap.

I want to throw up a little knowing how much money is just sitting at the bottom of my closet not getting used (ask my husband how much these suckers cost). But what’s a girl to do? I mean, in a way I’m saving them. Right now, they’re hidden away from the puke, poop, drool, lethal baby fingernails, etc.

Someday, I’ll be able to carry them again. 🙂