Slowly chipping way at the 29 Before 29 list!
#7 on my list is to work on Henryâ€™s baby book. This, of course, involves actually buying a baby book. I decided to kill two To Doâ€™s with one trip and run to the store.
Pump up those tires!
I ran 2.5 miles to the store, did a ton of window shopping, and ran 2.5 miles back.
I like the baby book (I got it at Hallmark). I thought about doing a book entirely from scratch â€“ scrapbook style â€“ but realized that I needed the prompts of traditional baby books. Itâ€™s so hard to remember all the relevant dates and whatnot. I wish I had done this sooner. I canâ€™t remember anything significant for the second month of his life!
Thatâ€™s what blog archives are for, right?
Another awesome find â€“ this A Thought a Day book (found at Barnes and Noble). You know how Iâ€™m been reminiscing about traditional planners? I think this will fulfill my desire to write down daily notes without the commitment of a true diary and without giving up my uber-convenient Google Calendar on my phone.
Cool concept, huh? I canâ€™t wait to see what coincidences I see over the next five years.
Iâ€™ll share my lunch before telling my next story.
Brown rice, black beans, greens, salad cream dressing. All leftovers so very easy to make. Good thing, too, because I was starving after that run and Henry did not want to be put down for even a second.
Okay. Gross story time.
So our trash cans are in our garage, beyond our car. To get to the cans, I have to walk down these steps and around the car. Sometimes, when Iâ€™m lazy and only have a small bag of trash to throw away (like scooped dog poop or a grocery bag of banana peel), I just toss it over the carâ€™s roof and hope it lands near the general vicinity of the trash cans. This morning, I tossed a bag of dirty diapers over the car, but it didnâ€™t clear the car and stayed on the roof. I thought, â€œOh well, next time I get in the car, Iâ€™ll just grab the bag and put it in the trash.â€
Except the Husband drove the car next and didnâ€™t notice the diapers. And I happened to be running back onto our street while he was pulling out onto the main road, and I saw the diapers fall off the roof and exploooode all over the street. So then I had to pick dirty diapers out of the gutter.
Lesson learned â€“ Donâ€™t be lazy. Just throw the trash in the damned trash can.