I woke up this morning with my right eye stuck shut and in the worst mood ever. I don't feel sick, but am so irritable. S is getting her 2 year molar, I think, and isn't feeling well on top of it. The girls both have the kind of coughs that don't sound that bad until yoy take them out somewhere and they start hacking. Time stops, heads swivel and you feel an ocean of blame for letting them get out of bed. But you also know theres no way they'd stay in bed anyway, so you may as well be wherever you are anyway.
I found a bathing suit for H this morning that is 2 piece and not a string bikini. The caveat: the bottom is black. But. It has a small pink butterfly (kinds like a tattoo, come to think of it) The top is bright and flowered. Will it pass? The tags are not coming off for a while.
When my sister was here, she commented on one of H's practises that is so normal to me I don't see it anymore.
This is how H lays out her clothes before she gets dressed. Please note the headband. She has been very aware of what she wears, probably forever, but has let me know in no uncertain terms since was 2 what it is she will be wearing, or not wearing.
And speaking of fashions- I finished the dress I was knitting for H and got it sewed up in time for meeting yesterday:
Can't say that I envisioned it paired with leopard spotted tights, but again. I choose to nurture this fashion sense. I've gotten to where I really am excited to see what she'll come up with next.