When one talks, it puts people to sleep but I think it's just me

Sometimes I feel that talking to a baby is just like blogging. Because it seems like you're just talking to yourself. 

This epiphany came to me last night as I was getting the son ready for bed. I was just telling him about my day and asking him how was his, when he just looked at me, begin to chew on his pillow and closed his eyes. Well played son.

There you have it. I'm my own reader and writer. 

Today's outfit:

dress: Jennie Shop, jacket: Primark, bag: BKK, flats: City Plaza

P.S: That's what I usually do too when the husband tries to talk to me. I foresee he has the makings of a blogger.