Monday, August 22, 2011

It's the little things

I do not always agree with people when they say, "dont sweat the small stuff."  Why the hell not?  In my book, it's the small stuff that matters.  I've got the big picture under I just  need to get the small stuff in order and I'm all good.  And that comes with stress and sweat.

It's also the small stuff that makes me happy.   For the first time in awhile, I stayed at home all day yesterday in my pjs.  I cleaned, watched reality tv, did laundry, watched reality tv, laid around, watched reality tv, and then watched more reality tv.  It. was. awesome.  Grafton even got to watch the Kardashian's.  Don't judge.

And while I laid around yesterday, I noticed the small stuff in my house that  puts a smile on my face. 

And of course, this little guy makes me smile. This was during our Kardashian marathon in bed yesterday. I was just getting him caught up so he could watch My Big Fat Ass Wedding in October! Oh, that was mean.


Thursday, August 4, 2011

G's Play list

My kid is really into music these days.  And not just any kind.  The kind you play loud and sing along to.  The kind that makes you shake your ass.  And let me tell you, the kid can shake his ass.  My only problem is that he makes up dance moves and then shows his teachers at school, and tells them that I taught him!  Um, excuse me, but I did not teach you the "Scooter," where you kick back your leg like a spaz and run around like a crazy man.  I had nothing to do with that one.

Here are G's top songs right now.  These are the ones that he tells me to turn up in the car LOUDER!!!  The best part is that if you turn the volume down really fast,  you can catch him singing along. 

The Cave:  Mumford & Sons
Party Rock Anthem:  LMAFO
Home:  Edward Sharpe
Roll Away Your Stone:  Mumford & Sons
Pumped up Kicks:  Foster the People

and of course, Baby:  Justin Beiber.  Sometimes I pretend like we somehow lost that one.  I dont know how it happened, but I cant find it on the ipod anymore. 

The other night, G was playing his bongo drums in the living room, looked up, and announced the he was Justin Beiber.  At least he didnt say Matthew McConaughey, right?