De-ter-mined!

I love to shop.  I mean, LOVE.  The Man upstairs probably knew it was best for my marriage (and our children's futures) if he didn't give me any girls because I would be out.of.control.  No lies.  I already find ways to spend way too much money on clothing my boys will fit into for such a short amount of time.  You know what I hate, though?  What the crap is with the inequity of options and cuteness on the boy's side?  Seriously?  You walk into a store and look at the beautiful, well-organized, colorful and pattern-filled girl stuff...

 I am thinking, "oh yah, this stuff is great!  I can't wait to see the boys stu-..."

(crickets, I hear crickets)

Really?  Come on!  I hate it.

Since I will no longer be growing any humans in my belly, I have come to the sad realization that I will never get to spend my hard-earned dollars on the good side of the store - the girl's side.  Or will I? (insert evil laugh)
I am determined to shop over there.  It may mean a few uncomfortable moments for my husband at home but it will be done.  My bestie just had a baby girl and I just love looking on the good side for her little.  Now, it is the thought that counts, right?  SO if I buy something with the intention of giving it to my bestie, it counts?  What if - and hear me out - I give it a little test run at home first?  Not a big deal since my intentions were good.  Right?

Poor Baby H.  More to come!  Determination people!

-K

Grumpy Cat

Can I say that?  I wonder if I will receive an email from "his people" telling me to change the title of this post.  Oh well!
For reals, Baby H is such a little grump.  The kid is very serious.  His big brother is the happiest and silliest boy giving smiles and giggles away for free, but Baby H makes you work.  It is pretty funny actually.  I will tell you, it makes the moment you EARN a smile that much greater.  Makes you wanna cry.  Makes me want to cry.  Who am I kidding?  It made me cry the first time I earned a smile - it was beautiful.  Plus I am a crier.
It makes me wonder what kind of little personality he will have as he grows.  I know he is only 2+ months old, but he is already such a cool cucumber.  Just wants to sit back, chill, observe the insanity around him, drink and sleep.
His grumpy face though...  I die.

I mean, come on!  I just wanna scoop that little grump up and give him hundreds of kisses.

Kris