Watching the husband unit sleeping on the sofa chair. It’s sweet watching him. I wish he had a bit more space and have an overwhelming desire to go and carry him upstairs. However, reality hits with this thought and I know I would cause serious injury to myself (possible pulled out back) and him (possible head injury from fall) if I should try to do such a thing.  So I’ll just enjoy this precious moment and watch him snooze in a cramped chair. Awwwwww…

I was out and about today for the house tour in my area. While I was visiting other people’s homes and looking at their things and internally critiquing their lives, I saw a woman with the ugliest baby there ever was. It truly was a face only a mother could love, or at least I think she did by the way she was holding him (I think it was a a him, it was hard to tell). But I thought that shouldn’t be. There are certain things in the world that need to be, well, a certain way. And babies shouldn’t be as ugly as a baboons butt. I’m going to have to keep an eye out for other things that shouldn’t be. And you should too.