Secrets...secrets...secrets

Keeping secrets has long been an issue for me. It started in highschool. Someone would tell me something juicy and I would in turn tell everyone I knew. There have been a few things however, that I have managed to keep to myself. There are only a few people in this world who are safe from my tell-all attacks...those few people are my best friends...and ohhh do I miss the shit out of them.

I have a secret.

A good one.

No, I'm not pregnant.

No, I'm not gay.

Yes, I just ate like 15 cookies (but that doesn't matter bc it's not my secret.)

Only 3 people know my secret. And those 3 people will keep their mouths closed or I'll murder them in their sleep (kidding...but I will...maybe).

I hope when Pieter gets older that I'll be the one he shares his secrets with. I want the type of relationship with him that my ex had with his mother....no not Chris, a different one. I would however, prefer him not living at home at 25, but I could change my mind. Especially if I'm a lonely old cat/dog lady.

Pieter and I have been spending our days indoors lately because it's been chilly. We spent an hour at Walmart going over every single toy he wants for Christmas. He wants everything...surprise, surprise. Nick and I gave him the Walmart toy catalog and a marker and let him loose. I came back to find that he circled everything but the "girl toys" as he puts it. He's 3 for Christ's sakes! I wonder how it's going to be when he's 9. My mother has already put dibs on his big Santa present this year. It's the Ultimate Buzz Lightyear...for only $129.00...o.n.l.y. Pieter saw it in the store and yelled at me the rest of the day because I didn't purchase it right then and there. I've found the fastest way to resolve his screaming is to say, "You need to ask Grandma." For some reason that works better than, "You need to ask Santa." I guess it's good Pieter holds my mother at a higher regard than Santa. Grandma always hooks a baby up....well a toddler now.

Ugh, my house is a mess....