Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I TOTALLY called Ben’s final pick on the Bachelor. In fact, I predicted the final 3 women from basically week 2 of the season. But enough about myyyyy accomplishments, how about that finale?! I think we can all agree that Ben is hands-down the most likeable Bachelor ever. Right? I mean, I’ve only seen maybe 5 seasons out of 20 of the Bachelor/ette, but I think it’s a safe assumption. Because seriously, only Ben could tell 2 women that he loves them, completely blindside and break up with one of them, and still come out looking like the sweetest human on earth. That Lauren B is a lucky B.
However. In case you missed it, Lauren announced on Jimmy Kimmel last night that Ben is a loud mouth-breather. Which is sort of endearing I guess. Ben has a flaw! But it’s also sort of like when someone puts ketchup (gross) on my cheeseburger. I still really love it and want to eat it, but it’s kind of lost it’s appeal for the moment.
And then! Did you hear how ABC first chose Caila as the next Bachelorette and then dumped her at the last minute for Jojo!? Poor Caila. The girl just keeps getting shat on. But I can’t say I’m upset with that decision. I’ve been #teamjojoforbachelorette since I predicted the final 3 on week 2. TOOT TOOT!
And so anyways, my life is not nearly as exciting as the lives of people on TV, but let’s pretend for a moment shall we?
Two things have become overwhelming apparent to me lately.
One! Swimsuit season is right around the corner. Swimsuits have been on the backburner of my life for the last couple of years. Two summers ago I was pregnant, so I just flaunted my belly and reveled in the ability to not have to suck in. And last summer I’m pretty sure I wore a swimsuit less than 5 times, and only in the presence of my family. I think this summer might be a little different since I have a completely mobile child and he loves the water. Yet I still haven’t tamed the wobbly bits of my post-baby bod. (Ummm.) So I guess what I’m saying is, how do I get in shape in less than 2 months? And/or is a full body wetsuit appropriate attire to wear to the splash pad with my child? I’m scared. Hold me.
And two. I need to watch my mouth in front of Crosby. Not just because of the swears, but also because of NO. It is the kid’s favorite word these days. Everything is no. Yes is no. No is definitely no. Food is no. Help is no. And he says it with such authority, it’s scary. Scary… and also a little funny. But we’re trying not to laugh because we know that it only encourages him saying it. But that is proving to be incredibly difficult, because how can I not laugh when I ask my 1 1/2 year-old if he had sweet dreams after his nap and he looks me square in the eyes and says… no. Anyways, I catch myself saying no far too often, so I’m well aware that I’m partially to blame for this fiasco. I’m working on it. I’m scared. Hold me.
That’s all. Happy Tuesday! xo