Five Things On A Day That Isn't Friday Because Maybe I Am A Little Bit Behind

So I haven’t masted getting a non-blurry picture of a moving subject but who even cares because LOOK HOW CUTE MY BABY IS ON THE SWINGS. She refuses to sit back and instead leans as far forward as possible, spreads her arms and says “WHEEEEEE!” It’s incredibly magical to everyone except the other kids waiting to use the swings

A couple of weeks ago I spoke at my grandmother’s church. Later that day a lady called my grandmother because her grandson wanted my phone number. Which sounds flattering until I mention the part about how her grandson is sixteen years old. And also, apparently the youth group totally didn’t pay any attention to my speech because of how it was all about my baby and stuff. Plus, I was totally holding my baby when I gave it.

I recounted this story on facebook and was met with lots of witty commentary. I think we’ve all decided that the good news here is that I now look sixteen instead of twelve. The bad news is that I totally just missed a chance to go to prom.

I realize that my post titles are getting ridiculously long but I have a lot I want to say. And once upon a time I read that bloggers should use short, descriptive titles and so I did. But I don’t feel like doing that anymore because I’m going through this phase where I’m all “Be Yourself! Write What You Want To Write!” Here is a tip: If you are going through a phase and you want to sound less self-absorbed, just call it “a season.” That sounds very introspective and not at all obnoxious. Like, this is my extra-long-title-writing season.

I took Scarlette to a pumpkin patch and there was a monkey wearing a diaper wondering around. There was also a lemur and a couple of zebras. It was pretty much the best pumpkin patch ever. It was like I was on my own personal little set of Madagascar in the middle or rural Tennessee. And, turns out? Scarlette is super afraid of zebras. Llama’s she’s fine with but zebras freak her out. Also, there were llamas.