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Just because

Wow, I have blogged a total of 16 times this year (compared to 85 the year before). I think it goes without saying that having a toddler takes up just a bit more attention than a non-mobile baby. Quality, over quantity, right?

I have very little to say as of late. I'm sure my previous sentence would knock my husband's socks off, hahaha. I usually say that though, and then write a book. I promise, I won't. Unless it would make me some money. Then, I'll write you a nice long book. I'll even put pictures in it ;)

I've been sick for the past week. I'm really not good at being sick and being a mommy. Like, really not good. Those super moms who say, "Mom's don't have time to be sick, we still do everything while we're sick"? Yeah, not me. We pretty much just watched Disney movies on the couch the whole time with some pauses to heat up chicken nuggets. Or hot dogs. You know, the healthy stuff.

I did manage to give her some applesauce in the mix...so I have that going for me.

I actually felt good enough to go out and vote today. Actually it was tonight, right after dinner. Jamey looked at me and asked, "Do you think we should go vote?" Well, Facebook has been asking me all day about it and I always do what the Facebook tells me, so, yeah, let's do it. 

We get to the polling station, get Mira out of her car seat, walk up to the door, and Jamey pats his pants. "I forgot my wallet," he says, and walks back to the car as I walk into the building. He finished with, "I'll run home if I don't find it!"

Long story short: Mira voted tonight. Don't worry, I made sure she picked good people. At least I think she did. She was pretty preoccupied with looking up at the light fixtures as she pointed her little finger down at the screen. Thank goodness I got to review the answers before they were submitted.

I'm totally kidding. Maybe.

My happy little voter!


She was cheesin' it up for the camera because for the first time in forever I had the flash on, and this girl knows what that means. Is it normal for a 1 year old to know how to take a selfie? Probably not.

o_O

So, that's been our most recent adventures, which really aren't adventures, but I like to call them that just because. We're still working on making our new house our own, and after our recent kitchen floor install, we probably won't be doing much more DIY anytime soon. I'm not a patient woman, let's just leave it at that.

If you'd like to share with me your most recent adventures, please feel free! Mine are lacking, so I am all too thrilled to hear about yours :)
 

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