Anyway, two fun things I learned this week:
1) When putting footsie pajamas on a 10 month old don't try to get them on feet first. Especially if this 10 month old is particularly wiggly and his mom has a video camera nearby. (I have a small inkling that video might pop up at some future shower)
2) Beware of squashing a 5 year olds dreams. Today I was returning from the Decker's Outlet with my girlfriend Raegan (awesome sale this weekend for you Ventura folk), her daughter Hannah, and her son Elijah (age 5.8). From the back seat, admist a steady stream of conversation and questions, Elijah informed me that he is dying to go to Disney World. Having visited Disney World myself, and knowing it isn't on his family's radar at the moment, I though I would encourage Elijah to wait to visit Disney Word until he's a bit older and can enjoy all the large rides, and in the meantime be content with his season pass to Disneyland. He took in what I had to say, thought on it a moment, and then with out even a pout he replied: "Why does everyone always have to ruin what I want to do." Deep sigh.
So, there you have it, I'm a dream crusher.
*In all seriousness, I am so blessed to have a husband who takes the responsibility of parenting seriously. I appreciate that he's taking his time making such a huge decision. If the prospect of being a father didn't scare him at all than he wouldn't be ready to be one.








