dress - J.Crew via thredUP
scarf - c/o Surfdome (other similar styles too!)
hooves - OnlineShoes
glasses - c/o Firmoo
We are not having a banner week at the Camp. At all. And I know it's probably thee most commonly covered topic on blogs: rough days/weeks/months so I'll make this as brief as I'm able.
Right. I don't do brief. Click out or buckle up, kids.
We threw a cherry on top of the banana splat this afternoon with a little dramedy of errors at the hospital. Simon's going to have to work late tonight so we went to see him for lunch and he got stat paged up to an emergency c-section. I gathered the flock and herded them into the parking lot where Julia fell and had a total cow, Sebastian flipped the stroller (Theo strapped in) while I was Clara Bartoning Julia back to earth, and about 10 medical professionals walked by and gave the horror stare while I tossed the stroller into the trunk (not collapsed - I can never figure it out!) popped into my heated seat, and sped the Odyssey up and out of there. No blood - only tears and mortification a plenty. We'll be having comfort cookies for dinner. Or Simon's mom's bran muffins - my favorite baked good in the universe.
I really miss the Bachelor/ette. Bring the franchise back. January is too far away.
We had two pretty cold days here earlier this week and I had to forgo our morning walk/run and it made the day feel approximately 9 hours longer than usual. So I've decided as long as I can find some automatic doors that will accommodate the chariot ... I'll be mall walking this winter. I remember someone suggested that when Julia was a baby and I thought that was silly but now? It's a matter of life or death-by-cottage-fever.
I know screen time is frowned upon by probably all parenting experts and parents that have successful first graders and parents that know what they are doing but a healthy splash of Bob the Builder and Strawberry Shortcake (Julia's new Dora) around here makes for a much better day. And that's just the way it's going to be. For quite awhile. Judge a mom that only wants to fold a grip of laundry one time .... not three, thanks to Sebastian who seems to posses life aspirations that center around a certain Disney princess by the name of Cinderella.
Speaking of screen time - Sebastian's favorite thing to watch is the Noah trailer on my phone and he's watched it so many times that he could probably be considered a bit of a biblical scholar at this point. It's not easy being mom to the gifted.
And speaking of Sebastian on my phone he's hidden it REALLY well twice this week and I've found this website to be an absolute lifesaver (ahem - no thanks to blogless Colleen and blogless Caitlin for not answering my frantic SOS emails - j/k ... sort of).
I've resurrected these for breakfast. I enjoy them. The older two can be tricked by my "cake!" marketing but Theo would rather just grind his teeth (why does he do that? why?) and give me expressionless stares (never not disturbing from a 10 month old) than touch anything that has touched a banana. His loss.
Hmm this post has been a whole lot of fun. Let's liven things up with a bump photo. No one hates those, right?
Yes, I'm asleep. Laugh.
And I still hate my haircut so I'll be cinnamon rolling the butchered locks for a few more months. Yum.