Hello friends. It’s been a long time. I’m not even sure any of you are still out there, but just in case you are, I’m here. As I mentioned in my last post, when we lost Papa, I lost my way. For a long, long time, I didn’t feel like writing. Or being silly or clever. Or sharing my broken heart with the world.
But then, I started to feel like maybe I wanted to share some things with you again. But then it felt a little bit awkward, like when you see that person from high school that you kind of remember but not really and they totally remember you? And it’s been 10 years since you saw them and so much has happened that you aren’t even sure where to start because you are a totally different person now? Yeah, like that. But let’s just blow by the awkward part and jump right back into pictures, mmm-kay?
And no one does fun photo stuff like the lovely Chantelle at fatmumslim. So, without further ado, let’s dive into week one and do some catching up. FYI, Chantelle starts her weeks on Monday, so the March list starts today, the second.
Monday 3/2: Part of me
So, first major life event: Baby Munt arrived!. In May. With the help of drugs. It was not bad. His nickname is Bubba, and he’s been a model baby. I struggle to see either myself or Mr. Phish in his features, but he does have Mr. Phish’s lips and, obviously, some huge Mueri brains in that big ol’ noggin. He is the best thing I’ve ever done. Period.
Tuesday 3/3: Open
Bubba lives his life with his mouth open. This is especially true when there’s food around. He’s like a tiny baby bird, opening his mouth as wide as it can go for deliciousness on a Gerber spoon. His favorites are bananas and sweet potatoes, especially the homemade kind. Yeah, I make my baby food, mostly because I’m cheap and baby food is obscenely overpriced.
Plus it appeals to my secret crunchy side–I like knowing it’s just sweet potatoes or just strawberries and not strawberries plus other random preservatives and/or things with names I can’t pronounce. I blame Mr. Phish. It was only a matter of time before the hippieness rubbed off on me.