At Claim Jumper last night I found myself in the wrong restroom. I swear to you that I looked at the signs first. I walked in and the tiles were blue and there were urinals lining the wall. I stood there for a second while it all sunk in. When I left the restroom to rectify my mistake there were two men staring at me. Apparently they had watched me go in and were waiting for me to realize my mistake before they entered. They got a good laugh.
I don't have a whole lot to brag about. I'm 27 and already an old schoolmarm. I spent Monday night playing musical chairs and breaking a pinata with singles obviously much younger than myself. I... am not awesome.
But... my nephew is. So just let me brag for a minute and pretend that I have anything to do with my nephew's awesomeness.
As you can see, he's smiling now. A lot actually. And he can almost laugh. Right now it's more of quick intakes of breath in fast succession.
Most things amuse him. A tickle, his Mariner Moose mobile, my face. He also finds himself very handsome and stares at himself in the mirror and smiles.
Between the hours of 6 and 8 pm he kind of loses his cool. We're not sure why but he becomes very grumpy every night right on schedule. Nothing amuses him then. Except for water. He loves the water. As soon as he's placed in the bath he's back to cooing happily and kicking his feet as if he were born to swim. Maybe he was.
Also, B hates traffic and unapologetically slow baristas. Just like his Auntie Em. He hates it so much he screams. Just like his Auntie Em wishes she could. But when I hold him and tell him that I understand (because I do) he calms down and smiles again. And it makes my heart happy.
I don't sleep well with socks on. If my feet are cold I'll wrap them in a throw blanket under the covers so it's easier to kick off the extra layers if they get hot. I sleep better with a hoodie with the hood up.
I have an unnatural obsession over Disney movies, Disney characters and Disneyland. I am a toddler.
I love Mexican food more than any other food. The margin is large. Without exaggerating, 7 out of 10 meals would be considered "Mexican" meaning the main ingredients are salsa, beans (refried or black), tortilla and hot sauce.
I love chocolate. I love fruit. But I feel strongly about them not touching.
I like the smell of cigarette smoke (most brands... also cigars). It's a good thing I never tried it.
I don't dance in public. But I do dance. A lot more actually now that I live alone. I'm also a big fan of the car dance.