You have to admit--both girls are cute!

Definitely!

The thing that cracks me up is that Annabel utterly refuses to wear dresses (though she often wears skirts) and Suri is almost always photographed in them. So I ask her when she thinks she wore those dresses, and she looks baffled, but persists in asserting that those are pictures of Annabel.

Thanks, Robin. I really do need to do that, but, unfortunately, right now I have 35 minutes to submit two discussion board posts. I have all the info I need, I just can't seem to calm myself enough to focus.

Tea:

I managed to squeeze out the posts with a minute to spare. It's amazing how talking about or, in this case, writing about a panic attack can give it so much less power. At least for me. I think I need to go sleep the sleep of the way too overtired now.

We have a print of a Mary Cassat painting in our bedroom that has a blond haired toddler in it. Isaac insists that it's him. I of course agree with him.

I had the reverse recognition issue as a kid. Took me more than 20 years to admit some of the pictures in my photo album were actually of me.

They looked halfway cute, and that was weird.

Owen thinks babies are Olivia and kids are him. I always try to name the buffista babies I show him online.

Annabel is a cutiehead.

I have a feeling Owen's going to go through a dress phase. He tries to put on some of Liv's frilly stuff now, even though it is too small. At a friend's house, he dug a pink & purple toddler pajama top out of the laundry and tugged it on over his t-shirt. He really prefers pink clothes or nudity.

I'm off this morning. I'm giving a friend a ride to the doctor for an endoscopy. She's the one that had gastric bypass a couple of weeks ago and she's having trouble keeping anything down. A little health~ma would be appreciated.

Cashmere, I wish your friend all the health possible.

Sox, I'm planning to be there around 10:45 unless I hear from you - I sent you my cell number last night.

Today my bathroom might be all torn up. Fun. Oh well, I won't be here to care.

We're supposed to go see the Goo Goo Dolls

I'm the same age as the Goo Goo Dolls. I know this because when I was as UB they were at Buff State and I'd go to parties at the house in Allentown where one (or more) of them lived and they'd play. In those olden days we could also go see the Barenaked Ladies at the gay bars in Toronto and it was before the cease and desist order so they'd sing McDonald's Girl.

askye, that's wonderful news for your G'ma, your Aunt and the whole family.

Cash, a little health ~ma winging it's way to your friend from me.

Today I have the horrible mid-boss duty of telling one of the librarians she needs to dress more professionally. I'm not looking forward to it because how women dress is such a touchy subject, and I suspect that part of the complainer's problem is that she chooses ugly clothes, which I cannot fix.

eta: d, I pinged Sox, despite her "I busy!" icon to let her know you were confirming plans here. Let me know if you need her tel # or anything.

d- see you at 10:45. Chestnut Hill Coffee Co. My # is insent.

sparky - can you get ahold of that noxious What Not To Wear person?

JZ - yay for the not so bad and good job opts!

boo for all the bad mean co-workers (and potential dick-bosses).

I is busy. um. here.

for me weird is Dave Matthews Band being all out there. In C'ville, they were a college band, playing every week for $7 and we were visited at a few house parties. Now he's all ... well, pop. They still have one of the best fiddle players on the circuit though.

Thanks Sparky. She's got mine, and I have location confirmed, so it should be fun!

Sorry you have to discuss dress code, though. That's no fun at all.