*deep cleansing breath*

start over.

ahem. i want to start a new diary dedicated to bad grammar. not just any ole' bad grammar. i'm talking P.D.B.G. (public displays of bad grammar). so please send me anything ya' got. and remember that a picture is worth a thousand words. (this is mostly an excuse to kidnap hub's digital camera and carry it around with me all the time). blogs don't count tho as they(we) use bad grammar (punctuation, spelling, etc) purposefully. right? right.

okay, i can't find yuck-mouth or the don't-drown-your-food guy. come on, internet? what gives?

so my wee babe moved to her big-girl car seat yesterday. sniffsniff. now i can't look back and peer over the edge to make sure she's still breathing. now i have to rig this little mirror to the back of the vehicle seat, pointed at her face, and turn my rear-view down so it catches the little mirror. then i can peak at her. she thinks it really funny to look at me in a mirror, too. goofball.

number of minutes we owned the car seat before she spit up on it = 15

when she was first born, i used to be all clean-freak about that. she's spit up just a little, and i would go right to the sink and wash off, first chance i got. i used to come home from work and change out of my professional clothes into what amounted to an adult-sized-spit-up rag.

now � ? now i just go with it. by the time we hit the bed at the end of the evening, i am disgusting. my shoulders are covered in spit-up (when adults do this, it's called 'puking') and drool. various parts of my body, particularly my hair, have been known to conceal little bits of carrot-puree, sweet-potato-puree or other similar baby-mush. if it's bath day, then i'm pretty much damp from the waist up, too, as we strongly encourage splashing in the tub.

also, i think the coffee guy forgot to make mine half-decaff this morning.

i think there was more � but the brain, she has shut down for now.