A Little Bump in the Road...

This weekend, I watched a baby overnight. We're talking a real life baby. All of four months old. He was too adorable not to pinch his little cheeks and watch him giggle his heart out. Of course, I may have wanted to give him back to his mother after he puked on me and peed on me. Keep in mind, I used to nanny. I had my hands full with three kids under the age of three. I knew everything about childcare back in those days. Puke? No problem, I'd catch it before it happened. A little boy who gets excited about no diaper? Yup, I got that covered. Literally.

Apparently I was a little rusty. And apparently, my hormones kicked into high gear. If you would have asked me three years ago if I would be in this place in my life, I would have laughed at you and told you instead of watching babies, I'd be working on making my own. And up until about 7 months ago, I thought that was going to be the case. However, life had very different plans for me and that's not the situation I'm in right now. Don't think I didn't shed a few tears and have a serious talk with my body, reminding it that I have plenty of babymaking years in me and that someday, I hope it will happen for me.

But now is not the time. And for a brief (okay, maybe not that brief..) moment, I had a hard time with it.

Now? As I'm enjoying a glass of wine and getting myself ready for the week, I'm thankful I am where I am. And I'm thankful that my friends have babies so I can enjoy them from time to time. Even if they do pee on me.

Domestic Goddess..

Yeah, pretty much that describes me lately.

Yesterday? Homemade Halloween costume. Today? These..

Check it out! Cute little personalized onesies. Made these for friends of ours who just had a baby.

The duck one is my FAVORITE!

The teacher in me just loves these. If you can't see them... it says E is for elephant and F is for frog. It's never too early to start teaching them!

You know you want to be my friend and have a baby!

Oh.. one random thing. I have this habit of locking the front door every time I walk out of it. Going to get the mail? Lock the door. Going to work? Lock the door. Throw out the trash? Lock.... the.... crap... hubby isn't home. It's definitely raining. I had no shoes on. You do the math.