Actually, I hate the whole idea of the "best years" of a life. It implies such a bleak outlook on our lives--that we will have the "best years" and then begin a long, dark slide to death. Feh on that, I say!
What Kristin said! If high school was the best years of my life, I'd have curled up in a corner and given up by now. High school sucked. Adulthood rocks.
Also, thanks for the hair advice yesterday everyone! Here's the new 'do. My stylist rocks - I think this is the first time in five or six months I've looked at myself in a mirror and felt like me. (And it doesn't hurt that I redid the color, properly this time. That hour between the salon and home when I was wearing my natural color was a little scary.)
Super cute and sassy, Jess!
How is the MoonBone sprog treating you lately? Letting you drink coffee again? Kicking you in the lungs? Just swimming around being mellow?
Letting you drink coffee again? Kicking you in the lungs? Just swimming around being mellow?
2 out of 3. (Guess which 2!)
He's very sprawly and fidgety, like both his parents, which means I frequently have the pleasure of being head-butted in the bladder and kicked in the ribs at the same time. On the plus side, my posture has improved dramatically since sitting up veryvery straight is the best way I've figured out to let him squirm around without causing me massive internal bruising.
Jess, your hair looks great, plus you gave us a bump shot. You look wonderful. I remember the unnaturally good posture of late pregnancy. Oof.
You look great Jess. Very fun hair. Is the sprog a he? There was quite nothing to compare to the rib and bladder pressure when the boys would stretch out. Eeep.
You look gorgeous, Jessica!
No word on the apartment yet. The owners didn't call the real estate guy back. However, he is running our credit just in case, which makes me more nervous. For some reason my credit came back fine last time. The only explaination I can think of is the buffista ~ma. I have paid off bills and improved it since then, but it's still not great.
Lots and lots of house~ma, sj. And a pox on your present landlady and all her works, but not until after you're safely out and settled somewhere else.
Jess, I'm'a guess coffee and kicking. At least I hope so, because I remember the late-pregnancy return to coffee with such blinding joy.
He's very sprawly and fidgety, like both his parents, which means I frequently have the pleasure of being head-butted in the bladder and kicked in the ribs at the same time.
Oof. Matilda used to do handstands, which left me kind of gaspy.
Be forewarned: You think he's sprawly now? Wait till he's out. If he ends up ever sleeping in your bed at any point, don't be surprised to find that sleeping babies are a lot like sleeping cats. It's incredible how such a tiny thing can manage to take up so much space and crowd the full-sized mammals right off the bed.
Jessica! Sexy, whoa!
Please tell me that Emmett was wearing hearing protection. I always worry about young ears getting damaged.
Word. Tinnitus is
not fun.
Earplugs are your friends.
Be forewarned: You think he's sprawly now? Wait till he's out. If he ends up ever sleeping in your bed at any point, don't be surprised to find that sleeping babies are a lot like sleeping cats. It's incredible how such a tiny thing can manage to take up so much space and crowd the full-sized mammals right off the bed.
This is so true.
Mallory used to hit me so hard in the ribs it would knock me off balance. Now he does that to people's legs. He may be one of the only children who knows "TACKLEHUG!!!" as one of his first 50 words.
LOVE your hair, Jess.
Eep! I leave in like 36 hours.
