11 months already?

Well, I broke the news to Kate that, as of tomorrow morning, there will be yet another Princess Kate. 

I'm quite sure that she simply doesn't care.  I think she knows that she'll always be my favorite princess. 

But I'm not gonna lie, I would like love to watch the 4 am (our time) ceremony.  However, I like love watching the back of my eyelids a little more.  I think it's crazy how, on the news, they've been interviewing people who have just packed up and headed to London for the royal wedding, just because they "thought it'd be fun."  Is that crazy or what?  Who does that?  Apparently their fun and my fun do not share the same budget.

Plus, I know that there will be crazy amounts of media coverage and I'll be able to soak it all in when I wake up...which will probably be around 5 am because my man usually wants a bottle around that time.  Hamp, not Matt, just in case you got confused. I have two men, remember?


I will tell you though, that I am a big fan of Kate Middleton.  Not that I could even list 5 facts about her (because I couldn't), but that's neither here nor there.  I like the idea of liking Kate.  And she's got great style that appears effortless.  And since I'm sitting here in an old t-shirt and running shorts with my hair in a pony (along with an unidentified number of bobby pins holding back my strays), it appears Effortless and I are the best of friends.  Only, my effortless is way less attractive than hers.  Dang.  I bet M to the Izz-A wishes Effortless and I would have a falling out and wouldn't be quite so chummy.  Then, maybe Effort and I could get a jump start on a beautiful friendship.


And while I'm being all open-bookish and stuff about who I'm a fan of, I'll also tell you that I whole-heartedly would love to go to the Taylor Swift concert that's coming to my area in the fall.  Because Claude knows I live vicariously through every curled tendril on that girl's head. 


Okay I'm getting carried away,  let's get to the heart of this post... 

Hamp is now 11 months old.  And now I wanna cry.  I cannot, I repeat, CANNOT, believe he's gonna be 1 year old next month.  We want him to stay 'yittle'.  So now I'm planning his first birthday party and while planning parties is fun, I can't help but think of his little newborn-self staring up at me when I first held him in the hospital.  Where did the time go?

Shoes are overrated.