Friday, October 15, 2010
We did really well in the costume department this year. James' mom made Hero and Allegra's costumes (a green fairy and a Felicity-era gown), Colin is wearing Ian's old Smee pirate costume, and it's Cecily's turn to wear the traditional duck costume (the one that all of our children have worn from Hero on down). Ian just wanted to be Mario, so that was easy enough. I had originally planned to have Elle wear Cecily's costume from last year, but then I was flipping through Chasing Fireflies catalog and found the star bunting that I had wanted so badly for Cecily. So I splurged and ordered it for her. It is so adorable, and I'm an absolute sucker for anything personalized anyways. I had to try it on her the moment it arrived. It'll be perfect for Halloween night! The older kids already wore their costumes to last Saturday's piano recital. It was James' turn to attend the kids' recital (we switch off, it's too hard to keep all the little ones still and quiet for the hour in a cramped space) and I made sure he left with the camera specifically to take pictures. And this is the picture he snaps. In the ghetto parking lot. Really? You couldn't have taken it inside the recital hall in front of the grand piano? Men...
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
is in full swing and I want to get off! Gosh I feel like an absolute lunatic. One day I'm low and the next day I'm high. I think that most women expect to deal with crazy emotions for the first six or eight weeks after giving birth, but for me it lasts longer than that. I'm not sure if that's just a quirk or if it's normal and most women try to hide it. It's a combination of both mental and physical stuff too. This week I've started the hair falling out phase. I have really long hair right now and I'm so tired of finding it everywhere, on the baby, on the bed, on my clothes. A minor thing, but an annoyance that, on a bad day, can be the proverbial straw. It's not all hormones, though. Things are undeniably tough right now. Like "I don't want to be a grown-up anymore, I want someone else to make the decisions" tough. I think it's exacerbated by last year being such a stinky year too. Thank goodness no one was able to tell me last year that I'd be in the same spot at the same time next year. (((sigh))) I don't want the blog to turn into an exercise in self-pity, so I'll leave it at that. Here's to hoping it gets better, right? Elle's getting cuter by the day, at least.
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