dude, i so got this.
the magoo is all mine for the weekend. with paul out of town for work and mom back home in atlanta, i am officially entirely responsible for the little dude… every diaper change is mine, every meal is mine, every second of every minute of every hour of every day until monday evening, the magoo is mine.
spoiled me has not had jackson by myself, overnight for multiple nights since he’s been born.
24 hours in to this adventuresome weekend, i find myself bowing down to you single parents and only parents. i also find myself wanting a vacation… LIKE RIGHT THE HELL NOW.
i will not shower today (nothing new there)… i will most likely not watch football today seeing as the magoo prefers other television programs… and i sure as hell will not be shaving my legs for the next 2 days (i’m disgustingly excited about that part).
i gotta get creative, inventive, and keep the magoo distracted as much as possible, especially because he’s going through a “daddy is my favorite” phase right now. uber fun for me!
i’ve actually considered taping pictures of celebrities faces over pictures of my husband’s face so that the magoo stops pointing and saying “mah daddy, mah daddy, MAH DADDY!!!!”
pretty sure i could get creative with some celebrity crushes and their pictures…
i’m really trying to not get all wigged out about this. people do this all the time, right? it’s not really THAT BIG of a deal, right? (humor me please).
some parents sleep in their clothes *ahem* matt… and yeah, it’s kind of a brilliant thing, sleeping in one’s clothes. it totally cuts out that whole dance you have to do consisting of getting yourself dressed while holding your child because your child is a maniac and to him getting dressed = going somewhere in the “vroom vroom” and the anticipation of a possible outing induces the spastic circular happy dance where he spins himself until he finds some way to hurt himself and you have to hold him so that he doesn’t do this spastic circular happy dance resulting in injury but he still squirms and kicks and head-butts you while you try to just get your damn jeans on.
eff that man, i’ll sleep in my jeans thankyouverymuch.
so it is quite possible that i will sleep in my clothes this weekend, go without showering, and have the legs of a sasquatch…
i know, i know… you’re all just wishing you could spoon with me and my hotness. one at a time please. one at a time.
i swear, i found him like this
i didn’t enjoy reading until i was in college. in fact, my mom will probably tell you that i didn’t read until i was in college in order to stress how much i disliked it. (funny that i ended up with a degree in english…)
anyway, either jackson really likes to read, which is why i am catching him doing this…
and this…
or, he just likes the “touch and feel” books that allow him to scratch velcro hedgehogs…
i’ll let you be the judge.
and if you like jackson’s yellow ducky pjs as much as his auntie amy and uncle steveo did when they hung out with us this weekend, you’re unfortunately out of luck. my mom got them for jackson at a church consignment sale. but, if you are indeed the mother who turned these yellow ducky pjs in to the sale, thank you for clothing my child.
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