[unrelated to post - I just thought this photo might improve your quality of life because it is so unlike all the rest of the photos I post]
*[also unrelated but most importantly] ... go peep Cari's Snapshots from a Sunday post ... never not a treat.
About once every few weeks the kids both have a really bad night. It's as if they conspire to make the few peaceful hours of our lives pure misery to keep us on our tippy toes. I do a good job of blocking those awfuls out but this morning I found my pillow at the bottom of the stairs as evidence of the torture. I'm the world's worst, lightest, and most high maintenance sleeper and definitely require a pillow or ten to slumber and I don't remember why or how the pill got there. At all. Ohhhhhh, the things that plague me. Julia sleeps downstairs (to protect me from predators when Simon works nights) and Simon said I was probably just suffering a little bit of nighttime "mom rage on the way to deal with Julia -- nothing to worry about". I'm sure he's right on both counts.
I went shopping for a non-maternity swimsuit for the first time in a long time today. I would just like to know who on God's green earth designs swimwear these days? It most definitely cannot be anyone that has ever gestated or lactated at any point in their life. I've got unsightly hips to cover and teeeeeeeny tiny former food sources that don't need to be swimming in built in helmets. I was hopeful that Joanna's Old Navy suggestion would work but I was stuck between two sizes so I went with something involving the words 'control max' which is basically Lycra perfection -- if that is even possible.
Julia has suddently re-entered a cling-to-mom-always-always-always stage -- even freaking if I'm not in the same room as her, her three fur blankies, two sippies, and one empty baba. She went through a similar phase right before she turned one and I'm hoping it is similarly short-lived. Or I wish I could figure out what in tarnation I did to deserve such an unjust (seemingly) eternal punishment.