Energy ~ma for vw.

Shallow ~ma for Aimée. How in the world will you decide what to take? I know (tangentially) one of the appraisers of Folk Art. She's married into old family friends of my husband's and for a while they lived in SF so I got to admire the stuff in their apartment.

Annabel mostly wears 18-month, though some of the 12-month stuff still fits, and I'm starting to put her in 24-month/2T, just because most of her current wardrobe came from a big bag of freecycle hand-me-downs from a kid who was in 24-month clothes during the summer. But the odds of DH and I having a kid who's anything other than tall and big-boned were pretty much nonexistent. Her rate of growth is slowing a bit, but the pede said it was normal, because DH and I aren't that tall. My reply: "So you're saying she's going to be 5'8" or so like me instead of 6'1" like her cousin Julie." Her: "Exactly." Me: "OK, I'll cross 'WNBA star' of the list of ways she can care for her parents in their old age."

Now I'm wondering if I'm unusual for not worrying more about Annabel's health or checking her breathing more often! Also, while I love her lots, I don't find that maternal language for talking about her comes naturally to me. So if I try to say things like, "I never would've imagined it was possible to love someone this much," it feels like I'm saying a line from someone else's script. (I do, however, regularly tell DH that we have the bestest daughter-girl in the whole world, so maybe it's all a matter of semantics.)

Is Gmail crapping out for anyone else today?

Skipping a bunch to cry and wil and gnash my teeth.

This is gonna take a little history.

Back when I was pregnant, we looked around our aprtment and said "Wow, there's no room for a crib anywhere in here" and realized we'd have to move. I thought about all the stuff I had coming up (weddings with travel, the F2F) and decided the earliest we could possibly move was June. A friend of ours, who is friends with our landlord, recommended we let him know because he was thinking about expanding his holdings and whether he had continuin tenants or not would impact them. So we did. Then I lost the baby, and, quite frankly, nothing seemed very uimp9ortant for a while. Anyway. We got back from one of the planned wedding trips last Thursday evening to an e-mail from the landlord saying that since we were going to be out by June 1 and he was going to be on vacation on june 9, he wanted to start showing the house this week. Henry did what tidying he could to make the plavce presentable, but I kind of took the attitude of "Fuck him, he should have waited til we gave 30 days notice". So, anyway, there are still some major dust bunnies here and there, but no Lutherans or anything. The landlord is now saying that the place is uninhabitable and we're a threat to his investment and he's going to evist us unless we have the place ready to show by early next week. Which we could do, of course, if we didn't need that time to find a place to move to. Sigh. This totally sucks. It's making the muscles in my back all know up, which doesn't help anything.

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.

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Your landlord is an asshole.

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Gmail is working okay for me.

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Eek, -t! I'm so sorry. What a jerk!

Thanks. And I am looking for validation right now.

gmail is working fine for me, btw.

{{-t}} That must be so stressful. I'm glad to know that you'll be getting away from him.