Maybe I shouldn’t have watched The Sopranos while I was pregnant?
I couldn’t help it though. I was obsessed.
On Saturday night, we went to visit Mister’s cousin Rob and his wife Kristin and their 2 little dudes. Their son Oliver is just a couple of months older than Girlfriend (had she been a boy, her name would have been Oliver, btw. We both picked the same name. What are the chances?) and they had a wonderful time together and I’m sad that they’re related because their babies would be divine.
Not only that, but Girlfriend has already gotten the upper hand in the relationship and so there wouldn’t be any strife like I described to you the other day:
She pretty much has shit under control.
I’m very proud, obviously.
They’re demanding a re-match, but I don’t know. I think it’s best to go out a champion, don’t you think?
And speaking of inappropriate behavior, it’s a Toy with Me day today: Condoms For Kids – How Young Is Too Young?
- A raincoat for Mister
- Yo! Who’s the Bitch with the Tats? My original title had an f-bomb in it, but I thought better of it because I’m mature now.
- And the lucky winner is…
- The plight of the boobie
- Everything I Need to Know About Motherood I Learned from Animal House