After I decided to take the stairs this morning instead of the elevator, I felt my heart begin to race, reminding me that I cancelled that gym membership since I was spending time with Brady rather than working out. As I caught my breath, I began singing my own lyrics to Taylor Swift’s, “22” accompanied by my own heart beatbox in my ear. I thought I’d share what’s now stuck in my head. 

It feels like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters
And go out drankin’, ah ah, ah ah.
Oh, but that’s right, bedtime’s at 8 and his diaper’s stankin’.

Yeah, we’re cookin, cleanin, and fillin’ juice cups at the same time
It’s tiresome and magical, oh, yeah
Tonight’s bath night so he can have mac n cheese, then bed time

I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 82
I just took the stairs, and
My face is turning blu-u-ue
I’ll probably crave a nap
Around 1 or 2
No more sleepin’ in or workin’ out
But it’s all worth it feelin’ like we’re
82

He thinks it’s a good idea,
When I’m distracted.
To throw away the remote, ah ah, ah ah
He thinks it’s a good idea,
To gag himself and throw a fit when I say no
And then start screamin’.

Yeah,
We go up and down the street in the cozy coupe a hundred times
It’s tiresome and magical, oh, yeah
It’s like caging a wild animal when he needs his diaper changed
Oh no, it’s time

Uh oh! (hey!)
I don’t know about you
But I’m feeling 82
I just took the stairs, and
My face is turning blu-u-ue
Dang, I forgot my lunch
My memory’s gone to poo
Everything will be alright (alright)
Because it’s all worth it feelin’ like we’re
82 (oh, oh, oh)

Now “22” is stuck in your head. You’re welcome. :)

A few weeks ago my parents, Aaron, Brady and I took off to visit my sister and Patrice in Annapolis, MD. We decided to fly since Southwest was running a special and honestly, the money was well worth avoiding 5 hours in a car with a pissed Brady. I was nervous about his first flight, but he did GREAT. Even sitting on the runway for 40 minutes due to weather.

He was fascinated by the tray, standing on the tray, the window, the window shade moving up and down, Aaron’s Starbucks cup, sticking his arm through the seats in front of us to grab the UNC college girls (Lord help me), and of course, checking out who was behind us.

My sweet mom, bless her heart, offered to sit in the middle which she then became Brady’s person jungle gym. For a brief, and I mean BRIEF, period of time we entertained him with Barney on the iPad. And of course, take-off and landing stopped him in his tracks for 25 seconds max.

We played downtown, walked around the Naval Academy, lunched on crepes, and of course flirted with any young girl that made eye contact with Brady.

It took me 10 minutes at least to distract him and let this nice girl get back to her group of friends. He walked right up, sat down and started babbling to her. My hands are going to be so full at the rate this kid is going.

That night we went to my sister’s for a Maryland crab and shrimp feast.

Oh, did I mention I was sick? The WHOLE darn time?! Yep. Couldn’t eat a friggin thing. GI bug from heyyull. So, I feasted on Vitamin Waters and Gatorade all weekend. Be jealous.

I’m insisting on a do-over so I can sink my teeth into those delicious crepes and crabs! Let’s make it happen seester!

All in all, it was a fabulous, fabulous weekend.