I have to be clear: last week's photo was taken after I did my hair and makeup.
I did my hair and makeup because, while innocently perusing a pregnancy book, I came across a section that recommended that you use a tape measure to take weekly measurements of your upper thighs as to ensure you aren't gaining weight not associated with the baby BLAH BLAH BLAH. Of course I responded to this suggestion like any reasonable third-trimester lady would -- by measuring the size of my thighs not with a tape measure but rather with my eye balls and then crying for awhile.
And then doing my hair.
And taking a cheery photo.
Your comments made me feel like Miss America. I always wanted to be Miss America. Love to YOU ALL.
My kids haven't been sleeping, like, at all, the last few weeks. Daylight Savings and my three-year-old's general hatred for resting have been conspiring against us. This last week was the worst with Clark finallyfinallyfinally drifting off around midnight each night. I haven't been doing things like holding still or pausing to think or opening my laptop. The first day of Summer -- the longest day of the year -- felt very much like the longest day of the year. But the days are getting shorter again and this season will be over in a few blinks and we'll be somewhere entirely different. For now, I'm doing this hurried stuff and typing these little posts that don't make much sense. They will someday be a marker in time for me to look back and see where I was. I was here. I am here. I'm just a little scattered.
photo by Clark, taken with his blue rubbery "Kid-Tough" camera