Greetings from the land of teething babies, volatile albeit hilarious toddlers and preschoolers and women getting more pregnant by the day. Or just one woman.
I started writing multiple posts last week, each of which I stared at at about half way through, knew that there was no way on God's good earth I would ever subject the public to the likes of whatever nonsense I was typing, and still continued to type. The pregnancy brain only functions on the lowest of levels. One of the posts was written on the bathroom floor during one of the worst days of teething I have ever experienced.
She was soon placated with one of these bad boys, which I will always love.
But the teething has actually gotten a little better, inexplicably so, and we've relished in the many days of sunshine...
that preceded today's snowy, sweater weather:
Thank you Katrina for letting me borrow this maternity sweater, which I was sure I would not need, because I am naive and hopeful. The girls announced to me shortly after snapping the above picture they they have "tiny wombs" and I have a "VERY BIG womb". They have never been more right.
In other news, "project detachment" is going really well with Lucy, despite her teething woes. She has grown more accustomed to not being held by me allllllll day and... she is still alive!!! While I don't necessarily prefer the amount of crying at my feet while wiping her snot all over my knees because I am cooking dinner and NOT going to pick her up, I really do prefer cooking dinner with both hands. I also pulled another run-out-of-the-house-while-she-is-screaming-bloody-murder-about-being-left-with-the-babysitter and left her with my sweet babysitter for another 3 hours of total kidless bliss and came back to a totally happy baby. Again. That was only the second time it worked to leave her with the sitter, and I will never have it another way again.
Now I will actually hit the "publish" button and then go attempt to make and eat everything I see on Pinterest. Particularly these, because I am really good at Holy Week.