puppies

C and I have been thinking for a little bit now about getting a puppy sister for Grover (although probably not an actual puppy). I found this princess last night, and now I'm in love.

Don't her eyes just implore you to take her home?

We'll see though. I sort of have this weird mom guilt re: taking Grover's only-child-dom away from him. Is that weird? That's weird, right?

My dad sent this to me today, and it made me laugh.

Totally true

Also, my May Recommendations are up today over at Life According to Steph. Go check them out!!

preparation

So, today's our orientation. It feels like it's been forever already. Man am I in trouble. Anyway, I've been reading lots of things in order to prepare myself, both for the journey and for parenting these children once they're mine. As is so often the case in my life, however, I find that more knowledge is not necessarily helpful. In fact, it tends to flare up my anxiety, although not as much as being unprepared does... just in different ways.

In no particular order, here are some things that I'm afraid of/nervous about/freaking the fuck out about:

the fosters

Confession: I love ABC Family shows. Granted, they always seem to jump the shark earlier than shows on other channels (I'm looking at you, Secret Life of the American Teenager), but they're fantastic all the same. Until last week, my favorite was Switched at Birth. However, I noticed last week that The Fosters was available on Netflix. I've been wanting to watch this since I'd heard of it coming out, so I queued it up and churned through the 10 available episodes.

my crunchy side

Most people who know me, know that I want to cloth diaper my kid(s) when the time comes. Cloth diapering comes with a lot of benefits (less waste, less money, earlier potty training, etc.), but those are all incidental benefits to me. Granted, they're pretty good incidental benefits, but that's not what started me down the cloth diapering road.

i got broooonchitis

ain't nobody got time for that!

video killed the radio star

I used to love reading. Love it! I would spend hours sitting on the couch or in a chair reading one book after another. Not anymore. Why not, you ask?

Because of this: