Yesterday, I sat in a park holding TWO and watching ONE play in the sandbox and wondered to myself if I am going to become one of those women who only talk about their kids.

As beautiful and wonderful as they are, I hope that is not what I am headed toward. Really. I have so many other things to discuss. Pretty much every time I go in public something happens that makes me think to myself, this needs to be on the internet. Like yesterday, while at said park, a stranger mom confessed to me that she had suffered a panic attack just the day before. She didn’t even buy me dinner first. She just jumped right in.

Although … and here I am going to do it again, talk about boring mommy stuff … my Ergo carrier was delivered yesterday, and the level of excitement I felt when I took it out of the box was a defining moment. I was more excited to get that package than I was to receive my last order from Sephora. And that is saying a LOT.

I can’t wait for TWO to wake up so I can put him in our new fancy carrier, and he can scream, and I can hate myself for spending so much money on something I hoped would make my life easier. I will keep you all posted. I know you are on the edge of your seats.