no photo for this post, because it would be....weird

the scene: CVS Pharmacy

the why: waiting on Henry's antibiotic to be filled (double ear infections)

begin scene:Henry had a seriously pee'd up diaper so we meandered on in to the restroom to change it. After said diaper was changed I realized I was about to have some seriously pee'd up jeggings if I didn't take care of business.

dilemma: no where to put the Mr. while I take a tinkle

The baby changing station was outside of the stall so I couldn't leave him on it, which honestly I wouldn't do if it were in the stall since he is on.the.move and would bust his head.

There wasn't a purse hook in the stall and call me crazy but I am 100% anti putting my person on the dirty public restroom floor.

SO.....there I am holding the baby, who I am using as a sort of 'damn' to hold back the rather large suitcase heaved on to my back that I call a purse, hovering taking a tinkle. (sorry for the visual, but that is what this post is about and I don't put these buns on a public toilet!)

moral of the story: pee before you leave home....or find a way to always have mi madre with me. not only would it be a blast, but bathroom breaks would be a breeze!

random thought....

Stone, Henry and I were lounging around the other day, chatting about a little bit of this and that, when I had a thought...

there aren't really a lot of old ladies named Courtney

at least that I know of.

So am I gonna be one of those old birds with a child's name? Like Gracie or Lizzie or Maggie.....

the goings on in our bungalow

Oh hey there.

Nothing major going on over here....

unless you would considering HENRY TAKING HIS FIRST STEPS major!!!!!!!

(which I do!)

He has been cruising around the furniture in our bungalow for probably the last month

and yesterday while at my sister's house he decided it was high time he took four to five steps!!!

She of course got it on video....because she is awesome like that.

He walked for Stone and me a bunch last night too!....only as long as we had a treat in our hands though. I guess teaching a baby to walk is like training a dog?....or maybe that's just our silly child? Either way we'll take it!

We are so proud of our Mr. Henry!!!!

(photos by said awesome sister. check out her website www.hrwphoto.com .....if you live in Indy you should probably have her take some family photos for you because you.will.love.them.)

a few things....

1. I think tartar sauce is the worst

2. my 'secret movie' is Waterworld starring Kevin Costner

3. I'm pretty sure I have an addiction to cute dishes

4. I sometimes get nervous I am not a good momma

5. my husband is my light

6. The Shawshank Redemption, Titanic, The Notebook and The Last Samuri are 4 movies (that I can think of) that I seriously balled my eyes out while watching....might've even sniffled while in the theater for a couple

7. I only wash my hair twice a week (Tuesdays & Fridays)

8. I miss the weight of my pregnant belly

9. I cry at commercials all.the.time

10. I love to have my arm tickled

11. if I were a bird I would be a hawk...because my dad loves them and always spots them

12. I like the smell of skunks....not in a oh I want my house to smell like that kind of a way, but in a if I'm driving down the road and get a whiff for a few seconds it doesn't bother me kind of a way

don't look under the cup

See that flipped over cup?

Well actually it's a tea light holder....but thats neither here nor there.

See it?

The world's biggest wasp is under it. Wait. Let me rephrase.

The wasp with the world's biggest stinger lives under there.

It got under that tea light holder after I swatted it with one of Henry's bibs...failing to kill it, only managing to stun it long enough to flip the cup over onto it.

I haven't touched it in three days.

Last night Henry was leaning over the back of the couch starring at the bookshelf.....the bookshelf with the flipped over cup.

Stone looked at me and said, "He knows what lives under that cup....."

*sigh*

Sometimes I get lost in my 'bad place.

The place where I focus on the negative. The place where I become a version of myself I don't especially like.

solemn

needy

sad

moody

I forget to focus on, and be thankful for, all the lovely day to day bits happening around me.

Henry, using his little hands to pick up a cheddar goldfish and place it into his hungry little mouth.....listening to the sound of his five little teeth working away.

Having parents who I love because they are my parents, but also because they are truly and honestly people I would choose to be around if they weren't my parents.

Friends who I can call and talk to, who understand me and don't think I am a nutter (most of the time).

It's so silly for me to waste time (precious time) lost in my head....when it is so much prettier out here.

(check out these twins....)

summer rudeness

While walking into the house this evening, my hands full of this and that, I watched a mosquito sting me.

That's right...I watched it, and frankly I'm rather upset about it.

That little bug didn't even have the common courtesy to fly away once it was spotted! Bold I tell you. BOLD!

I can handle the phantom mosquito bite. You know....like when you are dining al fresco for dinner thinking to yourself how lovely it is to eat outside and then twenty minutes later you are a giant itchy and scratchy show thinking how lovely dinner inside could have been too????

But sting me right in front of my own face? I'm offended!...and itchy

(braving the bugs at Easley Winery's "Groovin in the Garden" Night)