Let's start with the nuggets.
1. Cohen has now decided that when it's time to go #2 he needs to be stripped of all clothing. Socks, underwear, his shirt; either its ripped off or he rolls it up and tucks it under his chin. And most recently his necklace. He explained to me that his necklace is like a worm and it will some how wiggle down his back and get poop on it. Life problems of a 3-year old.
2. Leo is now at that 6 1/2 month old stage where nothing is good enough and what used to entertain him for hours only works for 2 minutes. He see's big bro looking like a jack ass and wants to join in. He likes to stay busy and roll around and get stuck under furniture. He can also cry on demand, you know the fake, pushed cry where he looks to see if you are paying attention and if not he puts on the "I'm so devastated, take me out of this ex-cer-saucer" look.
3. Cohen is on a rampage of embarrassing me wherever we go and I'm getting quite sick of it. Usually it starts off with him telling me that I'm going to be punched in the face when we get home then I somehow have to look really tough in front of other mom's without physically hurting him. If I grab his arm he has a big meltdown and screams "Mommy stop punching me" but he means to say "pinching" (still working on that speech impediment).
4. They both are going through sleep regression and at this moment in time I wish I didn't have kids...*kidding. One goes to sleep, the other wakes, then the one that was sleeping, wakes up. How in the F*&^ did the mom from 18 Kids and Counting deal with that shit? Did she play Samuel Jackson's narration of Go the Fuck to Sleep?
Now we will move on to myself because I love talking about myself...
5. There has been times in my life where I have been told I look like Emily Blunt...now that is a huge fucking compliment If I ever heard one. I would totally disagree because she is so good looking and would probably be offended if she saw me and someone told her that we look alike. And then there has been times where people have compared me to Alanis Morissette. Now, I feel like a lot of people hold back from telling me this because some people think she is cute others think she looks like a hippie. When they tell me they scrunch there face up before blurting out that I look like her. It's like they are waiting for me to punch them in the face. I'm still deciding on what I think about it. What do you guys think?
6. I've decided that cleaning the house is my last priority. I much rather spend my time on Pinterest pinning things that I know I will never make or even attempt thinking about doing. Doesn't matter how much I clean, Cohen is the messiest being of life. Also I have also become addicted to Prison Break, It's mine and baby daddies new addiction. I recently watched 3 seasons of Scandal in 5 days.(I don't know who watched my kids for 5 days but they weren't bothering me)...Kerry Washington is my baby girl and I have never been so supportive of adultery. So that's another reason why I can't seem to get my ass off the couch to clean the house.
7. I have an addiction to food. I love chocolate. I love cheese. I love anything with high contents of fat and sugar. Throw the "Wanna Be Juicer" post out the window. I generally makes trips to the store to pick out some Prison Break marathon snacks. Now that will get me off my ass. A pint of Haagen Daz Pralines and Cream. This pooch of mine is hanging a little lower over my pant line than two months ago. I really don't fucking care though...*Que* bitchy post about my weight.
8. I love Instagram. I love creeping, I love posting. It's like a bragging app. "Look at how cute my kids are" "Look at my garden". Ya, I'm pathetic. Also a space where unlimited Selfies are not frowned upon.
This post should have been called "Confessions of a Mommy". I'm giving you people a lot of information to make judgments about me as a mother and wife.
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