My baby has become obsessed with stacking. Shoes on top of the trash can, chairs on top of her toys, stuffed animals, Lego’s, blocks, books- you name it she’s stacking it.

It’s modern art. She might just be an artist after all; you’ll be seeing her work at the Whitney here in New York.  I’ll wear a pretty red dress, sip champagne, and laugh at her artistic friends jokes. Which reminds me I should really start reading more…Well it’s either that or she’ll be working at the container store.

Do you like her hat? Her Da-Da brought it home from Spain, and I think she looks pretty darn cute! Please note that this will be our last photo in the gray star onesie as it is officially way to small. Last night I saw a commercial featuring Sasquatch and I broke into tears. I can’t believe I call my child that hairy beast!!!! She’s not hairy ( at all) she’s just really REALLY tall!

This morning I’m drinking lots of coffee and Sunny is watching Sesame Street. This NEVER happens in this house but I have lots of work to get done and not enough hours in this here day. I turned the tv onto Sesame Street and she nearly fainted. Now she’s waving her hands around screaming Mama! Mama!  Sometimes I wonder if she would be better off with a trained Monkey to entertain her all day? She probably would be nicer to the monkey.

In other news yesterday I accidentally allowed Sunny to drink 409 cleaner. Don’t judge me, it was in the name of art! She was cleaning out the back bathroom- bringing bottles of shampoo and such back and forth while I was starting dinner. Then I heard this awful cough and I ran into the bathroom yelled for her to come to me, only to sniff her breath and smell the cleaner. She also had the 409 bottle in her hand- so that was kind of a dead giveaway. I washed her mouth out and emailed my preggy friend to get her advice. She was sweet and assured me that Sunny would be fine- looking back I’m not sure why I emailed her. At best she went home and told her husband that they should really look to seek custody of Sunshine.

Last night was tough too. For the first time EVER in the history of the world my husband asked me if I would consider moving some place outside of New York City. Now, you people read this blog so you already  know that normally that suggestion should make me happy. But it oddly made me lash out in rage. “How could we move out of NYC are you insane????” Then I proceeded to take to the bed and day dream about leaving NYC. Here’s the issue I can’t see “us” anywhere but here. Who is Sunny if she’s not a NYC gal?  Then we both names our top three chooses and mine included New Jersey and Connecticut and his were Ohio and….I can’t remember the other because I sopped listening to him.  Anyway the conversation took an ugly turn when I suggested we move to Miami and Matt walked away from me. I’m not sure why he left- if I could move anywhere I would move to Miami! Apparently he wouldn’t. I can’t explain it but this place, this dirty, crowded, rude , expensive city has a hold on my heart. We could live anywhere and I think we’d find our way back here.- isn’t that sad? It’s sort of like being in love with a man who doesn’t love you back.  But as I tell all my single ladies….IF YOU CAN’T BE WITH THE ONE YOU LOVE HONEY- LOVE THE ONE YOU WITH!

That’s it, that’s all I got today kids.

 

 

 

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