It Takes Coffee To Make Coffee

My grandma used to have a shirt that said, "It Takes Coffee To Make Coffee."

Sometimes it takes coffee to order coffee too. "Venti, iced, non-fat, caramel macchiatto." That's a total mouthful.

I admit it! I have a problem...

I've been wanting to get back in the blogging world for quite some time now, mostly for my poor husband's sake. They say women speak several thousand more words per day than men do which leaves us in a challenging space. I'm a stay at home mom and my daily conversation consists of, "Look at you! You're the smartest baby boy in the world!" and "Gagagoo! That's right!" and "Splash, splash, splash your feet in the bath!" Whereas Joshua spends his time at work talking up a storm trying to fix people's problems.

Fast forward to 2 AM when we've finally got the baby to sleep and we're getting ready to crash and I suddenly feel an out pour of words coming on. "I read the most AMAZING article on natural birth today! (insert dialogue lasting 45 minutes)"

All of that was written to say, "I talk too much!"