Welcome to my personal confessional.
• I’m working five days this week, and even though it’s only Wednesday, I feel tired about it already.
• Hulu is awesome, but it also means that I get sucked into shows I haven’t watched on regular televsions, and then I watch ALL the episodes practically at once. I basically watched three seasons of Community while I had Hand, Mouth & Foot. (Good times. But seriously; that show is really clever.)
• Related: I really did NOT want to like New Girl, because Zooey Deschenel is just too twee, right? But I do. I really, really like it.
• This is a real confession: I have to close my browser and walk away from many a Facebook/Twitter/Instagram photo of kids incorrectly strapped into their car seats. It’s a sickness, I know. Everyone has one thing they’re crazy about, right?
• And now this isn’t really a confession, more of an update. Joining in with the #shereadstruth Bible reading plan. Follow along on Twitter or Instagram. There’s some good stuff there.
• I thought that getting a blog redesign would make me want to update; I can’t say that it’s working. Wonk wonk.
What do you got?
Now you have me paranoid… Am I strapping Will into his seat wrong?! I hope not. Ack.
My confession is that I have been clenching my jaw so much for the last couple of weeks that I think it might just fall right off my face. MUST STOP WORRYING.
Oh goodness, no. And I would tell you. The only reason I know what I know is because good friends with kids who are older than Harry shared their tips/knowledge with me.
Praying for a smooth move and for everything else.
Ha. Everyone who reads this is going to think they are the car seat culprit! And it’s totally fine for you to be coo coo pants about car seat safety. My confession? I’m coo coo pants about breastfeeding, in that I worry constantly about it.