"Look at mine. Look at them!" he said, closing his eyes. 

Eugenio and I just got into an argument about who has more eyelashes. For the record, I've always known he has the most luscious lashes. He's quite vain about them, too. He was admiring our sleeping (amen, hallelujah) bebe, noting with a smile, "She's got my eyelashes."

I mentioned how this lady who did my makeup once commented that I have a lot of lashes. Like, a ton.  So maybe she got them from me too. He looked at me incredulously. Who am I to think I have nice lashes. Sit down, girl.

Diplomatically, he said,"OK, but mine are longer." 

Look at them! 

I just ingested some pest control spray so I hope the non-toxic claim is true! They must have sprayed while we were out. I saw something wet on the floor where Felicity was emptying an entire bag of chips from the pantry,so I did that Inverstigator Mom thing and tasted it  because I DON'T EVEN KNOW. Everything I do is dumb and gross in retrospect, OK. 

Anyway, in case this is it, I love you. Sue the pest control company to pay off my student loans. 

Overheard conversation between Felicity and Eugenio while I was in the bathroom getting ready this morning:


"I know what I can give you. Here Felicity, let's play with your computer. You have your very own laptop, Felicity."


Uhhhhh, that's my laptop? Welcome to parenthood. Nothing is yours.

We're going to parent hell, I'm aware, but Neno and I laughed so hard when we got a sneak peek photo from Felicity's birthday photo shoot. It's not the most attractive picture. Eugenio said she looks like this dinosaur from an old cartoon:

And here's Eugenio:

Our flight was cancelled because the pilot's seat wouldn't recline or some shit like that, so we're stuck in Brownsville until late tomorrow night. This airport handles about two flights a day and managed to fuck it all up in the first hour.  Felicity has croup and is so over this trip. 

Her favorite thing about vacation is people watching at the airport. She smiles and waves at everyone. Once we leave the airport, she's done. I'm like that too, minus the smiling and waving. 

I know it's not a race, but I love passing all the men on the trail while pushing the running stroller and blasting Beyonce's Run The World. 

Those elderly had no idea what competition awaited them when they headed out the door with their canes this morning. 

Also, Felicity loses both socks every time we run. I imagine there's a group of prairie dogs burrowing around the park in stylish leggings.  

You people are killing me with the cauliflower recipes. Cauliflower pizza. Cauliflower mashed potatoes. Cauliflower steak.

 You're not fooling me. I know what a good pizza tastes like and it's not cauliflower. And I like cauliflower! As a side. A vegetable. Ruffage to help me poop. Not in a steak costume. That's un-cauled for.