Right now I am sort of propped up sideways on the couch with an ice pack on my head and a hot pack under my left hip, because I am a) pregnant and b) a million years old. I had an amazing newborn session this morning but newborn sessions are basically like an extended workout – squat down, lean over, sit, stand up, reach out, lean the other way, etc etc etc – and most of my recent workouts have ended when I leaned over far enough to reach the remote. I have not been an active pregnant lady this time and I already regret it.
Princess dress #1
Princess Dress #2 (and possibly the sign of the Illuminati???)
Princess Dress/Jammies #3 (COVERED IN PAINT STAINS I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT)
Pop Tart Face (sign of a parent dealing with more than they can handle)
Typical trip to the grocery store
Dressed appropriately for my ultrasound
Mark it on the calendar: this week is officially The Week Caroline Discovered Hairstyles
A visit to the maternity ward for someone who wasn’t me
I miiiiight have a slight problem with blankets/props/wraps for newborns
Even her “baby suit” is princess themed. DEDICATION.
The Day Evan Learned To Swim (and also balance on a foam duck)
The Day The Kids Learned You Can Get Icees Somewhere Other Than Target
It was crazy hair day at school, This was as crazy as he wanted to get.
So many animal friends
Bruno Mars was kind of terrifying on Sesame Street
Ballet for Caroline, iPad for Evan
Totally unimpressed with these “flowers”
Actual, real hair cut. He looks 12 now.
After mainlining the whole first season of The Americans, I’m pretty convinced that everyone I know is secretly a spy. But luckily my only secret is how many boxes of Girl Scout cookies I’ve eaten today. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll totally kill anyone who reveals that number, but I don’t think it’s going to undermine national security.
I can’t believe it’s March.