Y'all. My subconscious is in denial. I saw something last week about a star athlete or musician or something who is only 23. I immediately thought, "Wow! He's my age." Immediately afterward I heard my brain say, "no, he's not, old timer." I'm slow. I will be 27 this weekend. Twenty. Seven.
And. I just searched for a link to give you Publix lovers the down-low on Curbside shopping, and found this. ALWAYS BEHIND ON THE TIMES!!! ergh.
Hello. Here are my peeps:
I love them. Oh my word, so much.
J had his 2 month checkup today and he's 12 pounds. Twelve! He's my little chunky handsome baby baby boy. Oh please, oh please, don't grow up! He got 3 shots and boy he let me hear it all afternoon. The only time he calmed down was when I put him in the bath. "If your kids are grumpy, put 'em in water."
Amen, whoever said that, Amen.
I'm going to see my sister in 7 days! Hello!
Until Next Time,
The Guff





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