YOLO.

Since Husband and I don’t have a lot of time for idle chat, we communicate via text. For example:

And …

In case you can’t make out that picture very well, here’s a bigger version. He wanted to be a “zombie,” you see.

And …

To be fair, I send Husband crazy stuff too. Mostly pictures like these.

Here is what I’m going to end up wearing by the end of my pregnancy.

This is why it’s a bad idea to pour hot popcorn kernels into a plastic bag.

Those are Husband’s straws. TWO chewed on each one before putting it back in the box.

And when I learned that Lil’ Wayne was in the hospital, probably from drinking too much “sizzurp” …

I read an article that is circulating the internet titled, In Defense of the iPhone Mom, and I. Loved. It. If I didn’t have technology to keep me company through long days of being at home with my kids, I would lose it. So I’m grateful for it and the fact that Husband is willing to take the time to explain “sizzurp” and “YOLO” to me. Because these kids certainly can’t.