Little moments (and large amounts of cookie dough)

I've sat down to try to write on my blog no fewer than five times today, pulled up the window for a new post and just stared at the little white box (the new interface makes me want to scream, by the way...). Yes, I'm tired. And yes I've been a little disappointed by things lately - things completely out of my control. Bad decisions I've watched people make, chances of fate that have left me feeling like I'll be stuck in little old Lufkin forever, moments where I completely lack the patience I thought I was made solid of. And so here I sit, devouring cookie dough in the twenty minutes of quiet I get in the day and venting my frustrations to poor you. Thanks for listening, by the way.

But now I need to remind you (and myself) that I'm completely grateful for my beautiful little family. I'm thankful for friends who show up with Chinese food just in the moment you think you might lose your mind (Melissa, you are amazing). I'm blessed to have the luxury (it seems like a luxury most days...) of staying at home while my wonderful husband works his hot heinie off to support us. I am learning to be completely and totally in awe of life in general, especially in the moments when it's the most mundane. May I live a life where I soak up every second and live it to the fullest (whether it wants to be its fullest or not).

Now, of course, you're probably here to see Milo, not to hear me rant and rave (it's cool - I know how you roll). Here's the little man in his new Batman pjs. Every little boy needs to feel like a super hero, right?

Back detail is necessary, since the pjs have a cape.

So serious about these pjs, right?