I just sent Simon on a wild Craigslist chase for a dresser to replace the piece of Ikea particle board that currently houses the kids' clothing because this baby cannot be welcomed into the world without his/her siblings having a non-particle board dresser. Don't mind my crazy. He did get to play nine holes of golf on the way to Timbuk-ssouri so don't you dare start feeling sorry for the battle-ax's spouse.
So ... here are some non-rhetoricals for you ... Was it 74 crazy degrees in your neck of America today too? Am I the only indulgent mom that spends 93% of her days peeling and separating clementines for her piglets these days? Are any of your kids unintelligent enough to eat and enjoy clementine peels? Do other husbands/significant others/whatevs claim to like bare Christmas trees (zero ornamentals)? Did anyone else have the pleasure of purchasing a toilet auger this weekend? And how young is too young to expect a toddler to pick up his mess? I'm hoping 13.1 months is old enough because the thought of bending over to pick up 300 spilled and scattered Q-tips makes me start sighing heavily and oh, is that my brow sweating? I think it is.
shirt: Goodwill (altered)
wedges: c/o Blowfish
necklace: giveaway win from INPINK
bump it: 33 weeks
the kids' Mass behavior:
Julia: C+ (mostly decent except for when she weaseled her way up the communion line sans shoes)
Bash: B- (also mostly decent except from when he gave himself a case of self-inflicted and severe whiplash while protesting the always torturous sit on your father's lap)
Linking up with Fine Linen and Purple and the gang this week .... I hope you do too.