Texts to Will (Vol. 2)

I just made another St. Louis to Maryland drive and I am still recovering from the monumental task that is sitting next to a 7-month-old and attempting to entertain him for 14+ hours. I can't even wrap my mind around the craziness.

Things got really real.

I'm using a baby toy to make a pig face.

He loved it.

Without further explanation, once again, I'm leaving you with a finely curated sampling of what I deem important to text my husband about during the day (and night). You know, since last time. 

Poop update. Check.

Random strange pics. Check.

Additional strange random pics. Check check.

Casual update on the health and well-being of his offspring.

Just another chapter in my Puffs love affair. 

Note Baby Will's frightening gaze over his prey.

Additional random strange pics. Check check check.

I mean I miss you and all, but CAN I EAT THE LEFTOVERS?

When Will is TDY, thou shalt text

random strange photos in the middle of the night.

And give additional updates as to the current status of your sleep deprivation.

And, unrelated and without comment, a picture of my niece, Molly, with her fancy new helmet that my sister makes her wear simply because she's a hyper hypo. 

Texts to Will

I've fallen out of the blogging routine (not that I ever have a routine going), but I figured what better way to get back into it than to not put any thought into things in any way whatsoever. I introduce you a finely curated sampling of my text message thread with Will, where you know I like to give him ALL THE UPDATES on the daily happs at the Casa Del Brez. (Disclaimer: we both laugh out loud A LOT---our lives are just so cRaZy---and fervently believe that spelling and grammar have no place in text messaging.)

When your dad is the prosecuting officer.

When our dogs realize they live in a minimum security prison. 

When life hands you spoons.

I have a thing for pillows. Unfortunately Ace does too.

The dog did it.

Midwest winds be like.

Saint JPII and I have two things in common: tattered t-shirts and love of cookies.

I have a well-founded fear little Will's first words will be imitating me 

yelling at the dogs for eating poop . . . 

or for eating underwear.

Neighborhood watch.... On the lookout for sitters. 

That about sums it up.

What else is going on here? Will's 28th birthday is tomorrow, so I'm making preparations for the big day, assuring his every request is met, i.e., baking funfetti cupcakes . . . with sprinkles. Last year was kind of lame because Will was taking the bar exam the whole day, the year before that was pretty much the worst ever because he was away at field training (no phone/Internet + a week delay on even receiving letters/cards!), and the year before that he was doing the law review write-on competition. Basically, he can't remember his last fun, relaxing birthday, so the bar is set low, real low. Hope we can top them!