Bangs? Layers and long bangs?

My hair is thin, babyfine, slick and stick- straight. If it's done in layers it looks like I have no hair at all, unless it's less than 2 inches long so I can get the light-socket effect with product. And while bangs might work on another face, they don't work well with my glasses. And they drive me banananuts, bangs in my face.

I keep hoping for a miracle, but really, shoulder length blunt cut or dowager Dench seem to be my options.

she doesn't like sharing mom.

MG, I had the same issue when my best friend moved in with us the summer before my senior year of high school. I'd been busy pushing my Mom away for years and when he gladly soaked up all that Mom-attention, I got irrationally territorial.

Emmett's fever dropped down to 99.sumpin by bedtime. I won't put him in school tomorrow, but I expect he'll bounce back and that'll be his last day out. We read from the Big Calvin & Hobbes book before bedtime. Previous to that he was watching the Three Stooges in the different language options. In Portugese they've got Curley talking in a very high, effeminiate voice. It was a little disconcerting, though not entirely inaccurate for Curley's persona.

hugs , congradualtions, health ma~~ and copeing ma~~.

I am in the middle of cooking dinner for tomorrow night. Matt is going to be home tomorrow - in time for dinner. I think I could spend the next 24 hours making food for us to eat. I sometimes forget that I really do think that food is one of the best ways to show love. It is odd, because though my parents cooked, neither of them loves it the way I do. I think that I still got the idea from them anyway. Even though my mom didn't love to cook - dinner was there almost every night, made by her for us. And it was even better when everyone started cooking. Cooking for me is also an act of love - taking care of myself. While Matt was in Ct, he ate at one of our old favorite restaurants - a little hippy - moosewood inspired place in the middle of preppy CT. And the food there is good, very good. And it feels like, and tastes like, it is made with love. Not all restaurants have that feel. The fact that on Thursday night I am going to make another meal for my parents, DH, DS, and BIL to share on Friday is really making me feel grateful to exist.

Cindy, I'm glad for no pneumonia but damn, that pharmacutical stuff is cranky making.

get-well-ma for Emmett.

Beth, I'm glad Matt's coming home--safe-travel-ma for him.

Brain fog is bad tonight. Not a lot of sleep today and, although I love my mother and am glad she was able to stay and help me out, being alone with her for three days straight is driving me bugfuck crazy. This weekend should be better. DH is off work for the rest of the week and O's going to visit his other grandparents for the weekend.

Heya. Anyone around?

I remember when I used to actually post on a regular basis....sigh...

I remember when I used to actually post on a regular basis....sigh...

We should have jackets made.

Wrod.

sigh

We really should, with "NPC" (non-posting character) stitched on the back.

In pink satin, right?

Everybody in the house is sleeping and I should be, too. It's amazing what a three hour nap can do for you.

We've got busy stuff tomorrow, or, uh, today. Owen goes back to the sitter for the day and we've got a pediatrician appointment and a lactation consult. I think the nursing is going 100% better than last time but I want to go over some pointers with a professional.

Olivia is still a little jaundiced but seems to be doing fine. We'll know more when we see the ped.