what's what.

right now

i just put my baby down for a nap after snoozing on my chest for a bit. the best feeling in the world. but i have to get to work and he'll sleep more soundly in his crib. at least that's what i'm telling myself. i am wearing dan's cozy american apparel hoodie that i think i love more than he does. and am more than happy to be spending this grey day inside cooking supper in a crockpot and planning my life out. i have loads to think about and couldn't sleep last night because i had too much energy thinking up designs. now that is a good thing to lose sleep over. both my boys were sleeping and i kept telling myself, just fall asleep. but i couldn't. so i finally got up and started my work and showered and shaved and made dan's lunch and ate breakfast all before seven am. i wish there was a more proper way to write 'am' because it looks like am as in rhymes with ham. but i mean a.m. as in the morning. as in way too early. it was peaceful and good and i thought i should really do this more often. a big head start on the day. so i got a lot done and i'm none the sleepier. if dan were here, i'd ask him, is that what i mean? because he speaks my deluded language. or moreover, he has learned to dumb it down to be able to understand my sometimes backward words. i don't excuse them though. whenever i say something completely wrong, he still knows what i meant to say. my current phrase is c'est la vie and i say it whenever it's appropriate or not appropriate. and dan laughs and says you mean (enter normal phrase here).. and he's always right and i say back to him, well it doesn't really matter what i say because you always know what i really mean. so therefore you're perfect. my language isn't. but it doesn't really matter. because it's all in context. so therefore it's all in the pudding.

the proof, that is.