Pages

who? what?

gah.  pregnancy brain was nothing compared with my new, sleep-deprived "mommy brain."  the other day, the bank called and asked for my maiden name. 

"page." no, wait, that's my mom's maiden name.  i mean my daughter's middle name...they probably think i'm restating my first name... "i mean, page."

at least i remembered something.  a few days prior to this, someone asked me what my daughter's name was - and i couldn't remember.

oh also, i swear i saw a seagull flying over our apartments like a week ago.  but that actually happened.  i think.

but then i smell penelope's little head, which smells like burt's bees shampoo - kind of spicy and milky, like a cookie - and i forget that i can't remember anything.  and i get really hungry for an eight-pound cookie.

5 comments :

Team Dewhurst said...

Love your transparency Paige...or Page... or maybe just try to remember you can always just be Mama :-) Ha!

whenjeskasparks said...

this blog will be much funnier when you receive a something i'm mailing you.

whenjeskasparks said...

this blog will be much funnier when you receive a something i'm mailing you.

Sarah said...

i also love your honesty. :) thanks for keepin' it real. oh, and when were we going to get together? we should really get on that...

The Grout Family said...

hee-hee-hee! that's awesome! thanks for a giggle! i needed it after last night's boot camp! :o)