Being the #1 fan of an 11-month old means lots of things. Here are a few:
- I wear more food than I eat.
- Did I wash my hair today? No. Will I wash it tomorrow? Yeah...I guess...maybe...
- Some days you get peed on. You just do.
Would I trade it for anything? No. Never. I don't think I can emphasize NO enough. That being said, some days it's kiiiind of hard to feel like a girl. Enter, WEEZERTHERAPY. One of my all time favorite loveloveLOVE things is when Ben sings to me. The louder the better, full on belting. (Anybody remember Brown House karaoke parties?) Up until a few months ago, my favorite was "Baseball" by Ozma. It's been replaced by...THIS:
The Prettiest Girl In The Whole Wide World, by Weezer. Today I had macaroni noodles smushed into my hair by sweet baby James. I don't care though, because Ben thinks I'm the prettiest girl in the whole wide world. So suck oooon THAT, macaroni noodles. :)