It’s Friday. I should be blogging about more serious matters, like sensory seeking squirrels or Pez dispensers as lightsabers, but it’s Friday dammit. And Rizzle enjoys sitting in my lap, waving at people pictures, and occasionally calling Ryan Gosling “dada”. Keep dreaming, gurrrl.
Plus, I am so deep into sensory diets and hyposensitivity versus hypersensitivity that I’ve just hit sensory processing disorder overload. The gears in my head have exploded.
And I’ve got to bake for Rizzle’s little party this weekend, and I’m not even close to getting that started. If I can make an Elmo head in 2 hours, I’m forcing Cake Boss to give me his business. Or, at least a job.
So anyway, Ryan is taking over my blog today before it becomes diary of a mad chocoholic mom with sprinkles of insanity.
And Wednesday was my girl’s actual first birthday, so Ryan has a special message for her, too. Dreamboat!!
Awww! Such a sweetie.
Jack Johnson, eat your heart out.
Best news ever! I really had no desire to get out of my PJs today, Ry. It’s rainy here.
I’ll get some coffee brewing, that kid could be out there ALL. DAY.