confessions.

• In order to get my child to eat his meals, sometime I must cover his plate in ketchup. I mean truly cover it. Chicken, peas, carrots, grapes....you name it, and he has probably eaten it with ketchup on it.  {gag}

• I don't follow the rules of parenting books. They annoy me and they all say different things. I guess I fly by the seat of my pants.
  

• I'm back to being a diet coke-head. That drug is hard to kick.
  

• My car is always a disaster. Seriously. Old diet coke cans, old mail, baby gear out the wazoo..

• I may or may not think I am a pop star when my husband isn't home, the baby is napping, and I am in the shower.
  

• I hate emptying the diaper pail. I will squish those diapers down until they literally can not be squished any further. ew.

• Please don't inspect my baseboards. There will always be dog hair down there. 

• I daydream of baby names all. the. time. and I write them down...on paper. and the glass shower door. 

• I forgot my sweet baby Jack's birthday! He turned SEVEN on August 2nd.  Horrible fur mama of the year award goes to me.  

• I based roughly 80% of where I went to college on football. I'm not kidding. I had to stay in the SEC and The Grove had a-mazing tailgating. done & done! 

• If you are wearing Ed Hardy or an Affliction tee, I will judge you. I'm sorry...I don't mean to. Gary from Teen Mom gives both those brands a really bad rep!

• ....don't get me started on the Ed Hardy baby clothes. 

• I don't know how to relax. It's a terrible quality to have. I literally can't rest until every thing looks nice & neat and is put in it's place...and guess what? That rarely happens. 

• I am not attached to my house--at all.  I am, however, attached to Grayson's nursery and will cry when we move someday because I will want to take it with me.