Tis Friday! AKA Valentine’s Eve! What are your plans for the big day tomorrow? Going out or staying in? Celebrating with your gals or your significant other? Or for people in our boat, your significant other and your infant? Whatever you do, I hope your day is full of chocolate and rosé. Or bacon and beer. Or whiskey and wings. Or really just any combination of food and drink.
My two handsome guys and I have big plans for Valentine’s Day… we’re going to dinner at Chevy’s Fresh Mex. Yes, the sub par suburban chain restaurant. I can feel you cringing. Especially you Portland people. Hashtag food snobs. But listen! Casey and I went on our first “official” date at Chevy’s when we rekindled our romanticalness in college. (We had previously dated for 6 months in 8/9th grade. Which was like, forever at that age. He was my first french kiss. Sorry, parents. Is that awkward to read? Whatever, we have a kid now so french kissing should be the least of your worries. This is getting weird. Should we move on?) So! We thought it’d be fun to pour one out at Chevy’s, for old times sake. Though the actual Chevy’s we went to on our first date is closed now, is that a bad sign? Whatever. Margaritas!
We also are going to try to go to the coast again this weekend because it’s supposed to be B.E.A.utiful out. 50/60’s and sunny-ish all weekend. Weeee! Hey, speaking of the weather. I read somewhere that people spend 10 months of their lives talking about the weather. 10! Months! Of life! Isn’t that crazy? I really wonder how that study was conducted? Whose job was it to like, calculate how often somebody said “it’s not the heat that’ll get ya, it’s the humidity”. So weird. I personally think that weather truly is the most effective awkward-silence filler. Maybe the study should be rebranded as “on average, people spend 10 months of their life having awkward small talk with strangers in elevators and people they don’t know very well at parties.” Right?
Please don’t be offended if I talk about the weather the next time I see you.
In other news, if you follow me on Instagram, you might have seen a photo where I described how Crosby sleeps flat on his face. In addition to that being absolutely terrifying (we may or may not have bought a sensor that let’s us know if he stops breathing. hashtag new parents.) it also causes him to pee all over himself at night. I mean, yah, technically babies pee all over themselves all the time. But his pee leaks out of his diaper and all the way up the front of his pajamas. I always make sure that his “business” is pointed down when I put his diaper on, so I know that’s not the problem. Any fellow mamas of tummy sleepers have any tips?
Most random blog post ever. Hey, who wants to talk about the weather?
Happy heart day, friends!