Lovely Little Shelf

1. Tomorrow Izey turns 1.5 years old! We’re not big half-birthday celebrators, but I’m excited about this one. Why? Because I’m tired of giving out his age in months. I know it’s totally normal to do, but it seems weird to me now that he is a little older. I think that from now on instead of saying “He’s 18 months old.” I’m going to switch to saying, “He’s a year and a half!” until he’s two. In six months. How can he be turning two in six months? They days are long but they years are, indeed, short.

2. On my Tuesday (my birthday, for crying out loud) I locked my keys in the trunk. I had my keys in one hand, the stuff bound for the trunk in the other and I happily tossed my keys in the trunk and slammed it shut. Didn’t notice my mistake until I tried to unlock the door with the baby carrier. True story. I cried, called Shaun and he calmed me down and called the police department to come and unlock me. Less than 30 minutes later the whole thing was over, but it was so frustrating and embarrassing and awful. Izey was THRILLED though because he got to see a real police man and there was a police car in the driveway. The officer even turned the lights on for Izey. You would have thought it was Christmas. Now he periodically points out in the driveway and makes a police car noise. Hilarious.

3. I’ve been in something of a book rut- I just can’t seem to read anything that grabs me. I started and gave up three books last week on my nook. Yesterday I started one of the books Shaun got me for my birthday and I’m already halfway through. Dude knows me, I guess.

4. Possibly contributing to my book rut: guys, I cannot sleep. I fall asleep easily when I lay down, but then I wake up at 2 or 3 in the morning and cannot, no matter what, go back to sleep. Sometimes I’ll drift back off around 6 and get a little pre-dawn nap. It is infuriating. Anyone know a cure?

5. I’ve had birthday cake for breakfast every day since my birthday. I mean calories from your very own birthday cake(s) don’t count, right?