{{{Cindy}}}

Yay for vw's good day!

Shopping accomplished. I have a dress that doesn't suck, pants that don't suck, a new bra and a new nightie.

I tried to do that yesterday, but it didn't work for me. EVERYTHING sucked. Nothing fit properly, and it looked horrendous. Not to mention the fact that I've been losing some weight, but sizing seems to be shrinking as well. Body demon issues ahoy!

I'll be wearing my comfy flannel PJs to the wedding on Saturday.

edit: Travel safely, Anne! I'm going to miss the fact that you were just up I-95 if I should ever somehow break the entropy that has set in.

Is it normal for Owen to thump his head on stuff, purposely?

Yes. Sigh. Sara discovered if she bangs her head against the wall in the hallway, the wineglasses on the shelf on the other side of the wall jingle. So she did it for a while all. the. time.

Also? The more you make a big deal out of it, the more he'll do it. Ignore it. (You know, while watching that he doesn't actually hurt himself.)

Is it normal for Owen to thump his head on stuff, purposely? He's taken to banging his head (just once or twice at a time) on the coffee table and the entertainment center.

Kind of. Is he doing it really hard, or just kind of semi-hard, like he's testing to see if it really is going to hurt, every time?

I'd think it's young for him to be immersing himself in existential angst, but I do understand kids develop more quickly these days.

Is he doing it really hard, or just kind of semi-hard, like he's testing to see if it really is going to hurt, every time?

Semi-hard. He just does it once or twice, definitely testing. Then realizes it hurts and whines a little.

Sometimes I'll say, "Owen, stop that." But mostly, I ignore it. Unless it's funny. Then I laugh.

Comfy flannel PJs are very stylish, Maria.

Bon voyage, Anne!

Yeah. It's sounds like a phase. I'm pretty sure all of my kids have done this. I'd ignore it as long as he wasn't either causing himself injury or getting too obsessive about it.

Comfy flannel PJs are very stylish, Maria.

They're pink and green striped, with pink satin ribbon setting off the cuffs on the pants and sleeves. Tres springy! I'll wear my pink flip-flops and carry my pink purse. I shall look smashing.

I'd ignore it as long as he wasn't either causing himself injury or getting too obsessive about it.

It's not repetetive to the extent where I'll worry too much. He never actually hurts himself or does it obsessively.

And sometimes: funny.

Now I wish I'd bought smashing flannel PJs to wear to the wedding on Sunday...