He: saw the grapes and wanted those "apples"
She: she saw the grapes and requested that I "leave dem on the stick"
Me: proud owner of some astute children.
I'm trying really hard to dig my way out of a pretty bad funk. Funk is such a great euphemism for a lot of moods/feelings/states, isn't it? I think maybe because last year the spring was really bad in terms of Simon's rotations (they were a shock to our systems - so much hours!) and getting myself acclimated to two kids and then June came around and the rotations eased up, we went to visit my family and we seemed to turn a corner of sorts. And this year we're facing no months of good rotations, a month of night float is looming, and I need to perk, buck, something, up. I'm sure I will. I just need to get my wallows out. Winter Grace would tell Summer Grace to just get over it because the sun and the warm and the outdoors! Oh, you didn't know that you'd signed up to be my therapist for the minute? I'm sorry. Viva la transparencia en el blog.
My point? Let me direct you to rosier gardens today ...
If you don't read Regina's blog and instantly love her ... check yourself, check your pulse, check something. She's phenom.
I'm going to leave ALL playlist making to Kelly from here on out. She nailed it good + she made me laugh.
Kristin is doing CrossFit and her post almost makes me want to try when residency is ova. Almost.
What would a blog post be around here if I didn't include a cellular phone clip of the kids. It's exciting. Aren't they all? (I was trying to get Bash to talk in his weird high pitched squeaky voice he uses when addressing Theo - he didn't bite. Oh, and I'll swaddle Theo till he's 12 if that's what it takes to get him to sleep like a baby - notfunny.)
Congrats to sweet Meggy! Glow central.
And saving the least for last ... I wrote a little guest post a couple weeks ago (as did the genius behind The Honest Toddler) and it went up today. And before you judge me too harshly know that the sitter has been in in Medjugorje (selfish) for the past couple of weeks so ... I've been a lone soldier all over again. Hard life.
Thanks for reading, clicking, and listening. You're (always!) the very best.