It's like a death in the family. Sort of.

Today my cable cord gets cut. I know it's weird but I'm a little sad. Like cutting off a limb or something. I don't think PlayStation Vue is going to be the best replacement, but we will survive. I will miss you, Nick at Nite.

Hold the pickles

Last night we had to rouse Georgie from her crib and camp out in the hall for about 45 minutes due to tornados in the area. I was admittedly a bit freaked, but luckily we didn't lose power or have any damage in the neighborhood (for once!). I was still worried about more storms when we put G back to bed, so I had all three of us sleep in my mom's bed. I told Georgie to get the middle and we would make a "Georgie sandwich," forgetting how literal she is at this age. And so she inevitably wanted a sandwich.

We will probably stop for a PSL on the way

Tomorrow I'm taking Georgie for a 45 minute drive to some ranch that has a pumpkin patch (this will be her third, but who's counting), hayrides, a petting zoo and more. I'm sure it will all go over her head, but I feel like I need to maximize the kiddie stuff - never been able to before now, so why not?? Plus take advantage while she's still under 2 and gets in free.

#alltheFALLthings

#basic

State Fair (nightly) recap

Took Georgie to the State Fair on Sunday, and I'd say overall it was a success. She tried a corny dog and funnel cake, saw baby chicks, baby pigs, baby goats and cows, gaped at the size of the ferris wheel, and got freaked out by Big Tex. I told her he waved and said, "howdy, folks!" which she then made me repeat for literally an hour. And again when we got home. Now every night when going to bed she wants to talk about the fair and waves and says "howdy, folks" in a funny voice. It's truly hilarious. And doesn't seem to be getting old for her anytime soon.

Deeeeeep breaths

Have to raffle off tickets to Donald Trump's campaign rally today at work. It will really take everything I have to hit "send," but I will persevere. And will try hard not to judge those who sign up. :)

#jesustakethewheel

Don't cry over spilled milk

...but you CAN cry over spoiled milk! Two of Georgie's cups had gone missing over the weekend, and sure enough one was in my mom's purse and the other was in the diaper bag in my car. And both had solidified into a cottage cheese-y substance. I would like to say #scienceexperiment, but my mom and I both nearly threw up - especially my mom since it also spilled in her purse. We will be checking these bags a LOT more often now, I assure you.

Also silver lining: we have all our cups back!

Bring on the hopscotch!

We are having "Adult Recess" at work today, complete with Steel City Pops, cornhole, dominoes, tug of war, potato sack races, Twister, and a 65' inflatable obstacle course. I of course planned it all, and of course am super bummed that I can't do the obstacle course at 8 months pregnant. Maybe next year...