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In other news, our health insurance is going up $111 per month next year. Which is fine...I work for a non-profit and Mike is self-employed, so we will probably just pay for it from our treasure chest that is filled with gold coins and diamonds. This is just an added incentive to reach Mike's goal of having Max potty trained by 6 months - then we can use diaper money on health insurance. See, it's tricky. I'm not mad at ya, Obama. You my boy. You have a tough job and you gotta start somewhere. But, with the way my health insurance plan is looking for 2014, I can guarantee I will not be visiting a doctor when I'm feeling a little under the weather. I generally don't do that, but even more so now. And the problem I have with that, is that the purpose of this legislation is to provide health insurance for those who previously couldn't afford it. But, I still see quips on Facebook of people saying they still can't afford it and will continue to refuse health insurance. So, I'm trying to be responsible and healthy and have health insurance for my family, while bozos who claim "can't afford it" will refuse coverage, inevitably end up getting sick and go to the doctor, and the responsible ones will cover those costs. Why I oughta........... I have been following a pretty fascinating debate on The Book, and saw this quote: "You're driving a car? You are required to have car insurance. You are living a life? You are required to have health insurance!" Now as I've mentioned in the past, I'm no politics expert. But that seems pretty solid right there. These are just my thoughts.
I had a realization last night: I am no longer the center of attention queen. It is theme week in GoKickball world and so we got Mike dressed as his staple "Blind Ref" and got Max into his FREAKING ADORABLE hot dog costume (exhibit B). We didn't have time for much else, and on the drive there, I was thinking...aw shucks, I am totally missing this opportunity to wear a costume! Then I realized, while I am not giving up costumes all together, it is time to pass the torch to Maxwell. I need to take on the role of getting him gussied up and parading him around while in my civilian clothes. I would hate to steal the show from him. So, while I still plan on begging for attention in other ways, it is kind of cool to assume this new role of Assistant {to the} Center of Attention.
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Maxwell woke up twice last night. Each time, it was so hard to get out of bed...but once I'm in his nursery with him and we are snuggled in the chair, I don't even care what time it is. He has started to rub my arm when I am nursing him and it is 1 part: adorable; 1 part: funny; 1 part: similar to a massage. That kid is my fave!! I can't wait to get home today and introduce him to snow! Because, it would appear that winter has arrived in Denver.
I am getting a hair cut today. A significant cut. Not a mom pixie cut, but something substantial. I realized that I get a lot of comments about how long my hair is, but that's not necessarily a good thing.
"Your hair is so long!" - what I generally hear
"Your hair is so long and it looks great!" - what I should hear
"Your hair looks great!" - what I'd like to hear
So, armed with a photo of Selena Gomez's shoulder length hair, I will hope that this hair cut doesn't result in tears. Oh that's never happened before, but I'm just saying.
Welp, see ya!
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