Veronica got me all dreamy today, so I thought I’d write a little story of a fantasy day.

I woke gently, to the sound and smell of fresh rain. The room was slightly cold, but not too much. I snuggled closer to Scout, as he held baby Kaiser gently in his arms. He shifted against me and we fell asleep for a snooze in our comfortable, little boy pee free bed, after 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep. The cat curled her tail around her nose as she snuggled Scout’s always cold feet and fell asleep as well. Not begging or scratching for tuna. Tuna could wait.

An hour later we all woke to the smell of free trade organic White Chocolate Mocha (calorie free) wafting up from the 24 hour Caribou Coffee that was placed within easy walking distance from our bedroom. (Always convenient to walk to as the temp is a constant 72 degrees and sunny between my front door and theirs). I rose from the bed, passing the well loved Medela pump and instead going to the refrigerator to dispense a bottle of perfectly warm breast milk from where the water dispenser normally was. I took it upstairs to the Kaiser, where he graciously drank his bottle, let out a belch and settled in to the serious business of being too cute for words as he giggled and amazed us with his piano abilities – uncanny for a 5 month old.

After the Kaiser settled in for the first of his three 2 hour naps of the day, Scout and I snuggled in for a little Bow Chicka Wow Wow, as his hand slid across my cellulite and stretch mark free, gently tanned skin I [edited by management. uncool to make readers jealous over your superior sex life]. I slid into my size 8, Seven for all Mankind jeans I’d found on sale for 15 dollars and we headed out to lunch.

For lunch, I ate a (calorie free) double bacon cheeseburger with fries and a Dr. Pepper that tasted as yum as when I was in my second trimester.

Deciding to do a little work around the house, I painted the bathroom and master bedroom. The paint slid on perfectly, only requiring one coat. I was saved from having to place blue tape all around the edges because of the special formula of “never adhering to any surface but the one you intend” paint. [oh to hell with it, I just painted it on with my lightsaber, okay].

We spent the rest of the day watching a “for our eyes only” boxed set of Season Four of Grey’s Anatomy.

And we fell asleep, curled together, knowing we would again get 9 hours of sleep in a little boy pee free bed.

The End.

* Mr. Lady at Whiskey in my sippy cup answered my interview questions, and OMG is she funny. She even pays homage to my boobie fascination, go check her out and give her some love.

I got tagged by Jennifer for my first meme. I think blog meme’s are fun for two reasons: 1) I don’t care if it’s supposed to rhyme with ‘dream’, I always read it me-me – cuz it’s all about … me me me 2) Isn’t my entire blog all about me? Anyway, Jennifer would like me to channel this randomness into some actual linear fashion so here goes. Let’s see if I can follow the rules (for once).

List one fact, word or tidbit that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your first or middle name. You can theme it to your blog or make it general. Then tag one person for each letter of your name.

D – I am a D-cup wanna be. If I ever actually fit into a D cup, I will probably bore you with scantily clad photographs of myself. As opposed to this, of course. I’m gonna lose this mommy weight – 161 today. (Slow but sure. The Peanut Butter custard gets in the way.)

A – Artsy fartsy. I have an entire closet of crafty stuff. I just need to get to use them more. I have more knitting projects in progress than I can immediately count. Then there’s the scrapbooking, the cross stitch….

W – Willful. Synonymous with Stubborn. It’s gotten me everything important in my life – degree, husband, baby. It does not, however, seem to establish the correct way to hang the toilet paper in the master bathroom. Someday.

N – Nail biter. I’m not proud of this, but I’m a lifetime nail biter. And not just a little bit of a nibbler, full on shred the nails biter. I’ve grown out my nails less than five times in my life, I love them and I look so good with them… but all it takes is one bad/bored/stressed hour and they are all gone. It was seriously easier to quit smoking than to break this habit.

If you’ve read this far, please consider this your chance to be tagged – so you can either swerve and miss my hand flailing out to tag you, or you can come and give me a big ole hug and accept the tag.