So, I am now going to try my best to distract myself from the guilt I'm feeling and the gut sticking out and the Oreos whispering sweet nothings in my ears, and you're all going to benefit from my laziness.
We just got back from a family mission trip to Helen, Georgia. As soon as I find more time when I'm trying not to exercise, I might give you a summary of it. Or I might never find the time and you'll have to live the rest of your lives plagued with curiosity about how we spent our spring break. I can't make any promises, people. I live a busy and exciting life...in my laundry room. The one thing I must and will tell you about our trip is that we went to Babyland General. You know, the Cabbage Patch store posing as a tourist attraction in order to get you to spend lots of money on funny-looking baby dolls.
It's really funny to me that numerous people have told us over the last several months that our very own little Sam looks like a Cabbage Patch doll. (Yes, I just said in the previous paragraph that they are funny-looking dolls.) I don't mean that once someone said it and then a few people standing around nodded in agreement. I mean that on many separate occassions, without any prompting, people will get a look of enlightenment on their face and proclaim, out of the blue, "I just figured out who he reminds me of! It's a Cabbage Patch doll."
So, when we found ourselves spreading the name of Jesus just around the corner from the famous Babyland General, where admission is free (unless you count the $40 doll your child is likely to talk you into buying), we HAD to take Sam there and get his picture made with the babies who he supposedly favors. I will admit that, though I think the dolls are funny-looking and that Sam is adorable, somehow they do look alike. And my first Cabbage Patch, Waldo, was completely bald with a big round head and bright blue eyes. And I feel like I'm back in third grade staring at Waldo all over again when Sam looks at me wide-eyed with just a hint of a smile on his face. And, yes, it's a little creepy that I've given birth to my Cabbage Patch doll in real life.
Here is the evidence. Can you tell which one is Sam? :)
And here are a few more pictures of our little baldy, just for fun.
Now I will go shove the mountain of clean laundry off of my bed and get a good night's sleep knowing that all of you got your cute baby fix and I got my Cheez-It fix, seeing as how I devoured half a box while I waited for pictures to download and avoided any physical activity. The things I do for my readers. You can thank me later.