It's all relevant

I can't believe it's already Monday again! Where did the weekend go?? Granted, we didn't hardly do anything. Although I'm starting to venture out with Harper a little more, I'm still not comfortable taking her tons of places- with all of the sickness and germs going around right now I'd rather keep her at home. Since Adam works all the time and barely gets to do the things he wants to do, he headed out to watch the Ga/Auburn game Saturday at a friends house, and I stayed home with the kiddos. I find it crazy that I freely admit to not giving a sh... about football, but have my TV on the game when Adam's not around. Heck, I even paused the game for a diaper change so as not to miss anything. Who am I?? This is cray.

I'm not gonna lie- I was experiencing some postpartum blues this weekend. At the top of the list- this post-preg bod. I am starting Weight Watchers today. Although I've lost all my baby weight (and a little more) I'm still pounds away from where I need to be. And it's not like I've been trying super hard- I'm not going to turn down a trip to ChickfilA or anything. I need to be putting baby girl in her stroller and walking while Aaron's at school. Maybe I'll start that today.....or tomorrow.

Another thing irking me? Shitty friends. Yep, I said it. I have had my feelings hurt not once, not twice, but three times over the past week over these so-called friends. I'm having a major case of "left outitis"- (tried to make that work). If you're reading, you know who you are. The people that host parties, dinners, etc. and only invite an exclusive group. How high school is that? Over it. FYI- I would never purposely leave anyone out because I would never want to hurt anyone's feelings. But I guess that's just the type of friend I am.

Damn. That felt good.

Anyway, this is not a "I'm feeling sorry for myself" post. This is a "taking notes- moving on" post.

In wonderful news, my good friend Brooke gave birth to her beautiful baby girl, Brinley, last Thursday. I had the pleasure of meeting her last night, and she's such a love muffin! Congrats Brookie!

Friday, while racking my brain for gift ideas for Brooke, I came up with this: a newborn survival kit:

 

Inside I included: a bottle of wine (standard), Dry Shampoo (because y'all know we don't have time to do this hurr), Mascara and Lip Gloss (because most of the time if you do get ready that's all you have time for), a pack of gum (let's be real: we're so sleep-deprived some days we can't remember if we brushed our teeth), and a magazine. These are things that helped me survived those first few weeks in the trenches. 

Hope all of you have a fabulous Monday! Gotta get my little buddy ready for school!

~LL

I will survive!

Up until I had Harper, getting up at 5:00 seemed almost laughable. Although I am technically "one of those morning people," getting up at any hour before 7 (pre-baby) was a lost cause.

Not anymore.

Every day around 5 AM, my little posse (Harper and Sophie May) and I sleepily walk the hallway, prepare bottles, coffee, etc. and begin our day. After Harper has her bottle and is settled back down, I head back to my room, stare longingly at my bed, and hop in the shower. Because as much as I want to crawl back into that comfy bed, I know that with a three year old waking up soon that ain't happening. 

And our day begins.

And you know what? I'm getting the hang of this (early) early bird thang. I must admit that it's nice running errands and getting them done before noon. It's nice not looking like a ragamuffin (most of the time) when I drop Aaron off at school. Of course, every time I think we're onto something, Harper throws a wrench into those plans. Days that I think to myself, "Girl, you got this- this is a piece of cake," Harper's fussy all day, doesn't nap, and decides to take a massive poop while I'm wearing her in the Moby at the grocery store. Ahhh....the life of the mom of a newborn- so glamorous!

We are surviving. We are making it- some days just barely. I know six months from now I'll barely remember the exhaustion of this time- I hope so, anyway! 

All this being said, she is such a little love. A mini, baby girl version of my Aaron Mo. I am crazy about her. Her hair's already getting long in the back (true story) and she's wearing three-month clothing (she likes to eat like Mom!). She's still sleeping in her Rock and Play sleeper in our room, and we're trying to transition her to her crib which is not easy. 

In an effort to not let Laughing Lolly be ALL about baby, let's catch up on some other stuff:

- I need a new car. That '98 Toyota Avalon (AKA: The Mamakat) is not cutting it anymore. It especially looks gangster right now because a routine oil change turned into having to put on my full-size spare tire as my back passenger side tire was about to blow due to a nail that's obviously been there for ages. That wouldn't be bad, except for the fact that they didn't put the tire back on my car's actual rim, and instead put in on a random black rim. Who am I? Joker's Wild?? Jesus. Headed back to the car shop today. In the meantime, Adam and I have made an executive decision that I need a "newer" car, in other words used but like new. So begins the car search....

- Hunger Games: Catching Fire starts next Friday. Aghhhhhh!!!! Who's going with me? I must admit, I've pretty much left JHutch in the dust and have now jumped the Liam H bandwagon- he's so much hotter to me now that he's dumped that twerking, foam-finger Miley; however, I will always be Team Peeta, y'all. Ride or die.

- I've been pretty bored with Walking Dead this season (all those body fluids are seriously grossing me out) and made my dissatisfaction known on FB but had to retract my statement as "The Guv-Nah" is back. And you know, I'm just gonna say it, I think he's hot. There. I said it. Hatas gonna hate!

Gotta go now. I will *attempt* to update sooner than later. Enjoy your day, friends!

~LL