It's just the tiny hippo way of saying....HOLY GOD ALMIGHTY I read a lot of stupid kids books. Seriously. The Hippos love balloons, they love belly-buttons, and they especially love going berzerk. FYI.
In other news - Baby Spatula is doing great. She's so awesome and is getting really close to crawling. It's pretty hilarious to watch her get up on her hands and knees and just rock SOHARD back and forth - trying to just figure out what comes next. I can't wait, but I'm also terrified.
Motherhood is so much fun, and believe me when I tell you that I never, ever, ever thought I would utter (or write) those words. I love it. I want to have a hundred more babies right now. The only problem is that I would have to be pregnant to have them, and being pregnant pretty much sucked the hugest bag of ass ever. So, there's that.
I'm thinking of taking a creative writing class this year.
And, finally...I have recently heard that many people hate me when they first meet me. The good news is, I found this out in the most awkward way possible by a whole bunch of people I really like and respect. I always think of myself as being pretty confident, but I've been reading Emotional Intelligence by Daniel Goleman, and I think I might be one of those people that denies their feelings while pretending everything is OK. So, in case you're wondering...my feelings are STILL hurt. It's been months and I can't stop thinking about people hating me and making a bad first impression and all the detailed explanations that were given for why I am "over the top".
The Boy is going out of town for a couple of weeks, so I guess I better go suffer through the gourmet meal he's making and the wine he brought me... :) At least I know someone likes me.