Sensory Overload -

I could tell you were wondering what I am doing right now. I know, psychic…or some variation of that word.

So, why don’t I tell you what’s going on at the ol’ teething castle…five senses style?

Hear:

Some unfamiliar show called WordGirl. I have a bounty of pride in myself for not letting Ellen watch much TV. It makes up for all of the bubble gum and coffee I let her have. Kidding, you know. Alas, it was shaded in blue on the guide which means it must be an acceptable choice for a child, which I have. Simultaneously, it means that I get a break from the guttural wails of the teething monster.

See:

Um, my computer screen. How do you think I am typing this? Seriously. But, because I can type without looking (Thank you 3rd grade typing class. Shoutout: Ms. Pranger!), I am also looking at my plants that so desperately need watering. I have a baby and plants to take care of here, people. Something’s gotta give.

Feel:

Crumbly spit crackers in between my toes as Ellen thinks this is the proper and most hilarious place to store them. After crackers have been toed and eaten, I feel the pokes of her chubby fingers asking for more. Bottomless pit, that one.

Smell:

Surprisingly not poop. I clean diapered this girl before her cat-nap, so we are good to go. Also, I smell homemade salsa next to me right now. That’s right. Homemade. I opened up the cans of beans and corn all by myself and mixed them with various other odds and ends. I will count that as my productivity in the domesticity department for the week. Sorry laundry.

Taste:

(Why is it so hard for me to remember all five senses…) Well, homemade salsa, of course. I don’t normally just set food beside me and not eat it. I only reserve that for half eaten bananas and crumbly spit crackers graciously re-gifted to me by my darling babe.

But really, guys, who can resist snuggles like this? Not me. No way!