Confessions

• I was holding Pippa and a bag of groceries on the elevator in our apartment building.  As I tried to press our floor number the bag of groceries hit the "call for help" button.  It was still calling for help as we stepped off the elevator.  And of course right there waiting to get on the elevator was the apartment manager.  So I said, "I'm so sorry.  The baby hit the button."  
• Nice cars have never really impressed me.  But now, pretty much the ONLY car that impresses me is the Tesla.
• There is still one thank you note we haven't sent from our wedding.  And it really bothers me because I think sending thank you notes promptly is so important.  The gift was a sandwich maker and it didn't have a card.  The tape used on the present said, "Happy Birthday."  Right after our wedding we asked our families and friends and still can't figure out who gave it.  It seriously bothers me and I am still worried that someone thinks we are ungrateful. 
• Almost every time I walk down our apartment's hallway I want to doorbell ditch all of our neighbors.  Those glowing doorbell buttons just call to me!
• It really stresses me out when I see babies / toddlers out and about at night.  It can put me to tears, no joke.  The babies / toddlers are almost never happy - they are either zonking out or crying.  Just be good parents and take them home and put them to bed!  It's so mean to have them out!