Rather Informative

Hello.
Remember me?
Yeah. (Stretches and yawns.) So it's been awhile.  Don't hate.

A few unrelated thoughts:

I wish someone had warned me how addictive shortbread cookies are before I baked them. Just so you know, they are wicked. Evil. Maliciously delicious.

My lack of confidence in my spelling skills is reedickoolus, when I should be far more concerned about my grammar problems. But I'm not. Just so you know, I whole heartedly embrace my poor grammar.  Except for prepositions, something you should never end a sentence with.

My little W.Beans has a modern appreciation for unique, handmade gifts.  She is eroding the baby quilt her great grandmother gave her by constantly carrying it around. And the darling little sweater that her Auntie crocheted for her birthday? She's worn it twice this week.  I peeled it from her body this morning with a promise to give it back (freshly washed) tomorrow.  Just so you know, it is white and she is three. Stains are just lining up to ruin the pretty.

Back to the grammar: My reaction to parenthetical statements is about as severe as my response to shortbread. Just so you know, (in case you were wondering) I {heart} parenthesis and shortbread.

The main floor of my house was pretty well picked up yesterday, right up until that big yellow bus appeared at the end of our driveway.  Just so you know, the house has not recovered from the arrival of those elementary students.

The garment industry has not kept up with the apparent trend toward taller populations.  Just so you know, pants with a 36 inch inseam are a bit rare.

I fully intend to spring-clean my house this year.  Just so you know... actually, how long it has been since our dwelling was thoroughly scrubbed is none of your business.

Well, it is time to put those little female beauties down for naps... and then we'll see how much amazingness I can accomplish. Just so you know, housework is repetively tedious.  And banal.  And only sweet when it is finished.  Pretty much the opposite of shortbread, (but not parenthesis).

Wardrobe {FUN}ction

I was trying to tell G-Baby that she looked extra sweet in nothing but a soft blankey...Or atop a hand-made quilt.

But she didn't so much feel the same way I did about it. So I gave her a shirt. Now, I don't know if she was just cold, or if she was upset about the big Zero (the logic of my argument that she wasn't one month old yet, so she couldn't wear the number 1 yet was lost on her. Actually, after the mess of that run-on sentence, the logic is lost on me too.)

Maybe it was just the cold, because here she is, five minutes later in peaceful slumber:Or maybe she was just worn out from all that screaming.

You would think that by the time I brought home my third daughter, I would have learned my lesson. Girls have definite opinions about thier clothing, and these opinions are not usually founded upon Good Reason nor Common Sense.

Good Reason & Common Sense: if a dress is scratchy, don't wear it.

Norah's opinion: If a dress makes you feel beautiful, wear it and ignore the discomfort!

Good Reason & Common Sense: If it is cold enough for snow boots and long sleeves, it is not warm enough for hawiian print shorts.

Willa's opinion: if mom can bum around the house in sweatpants and a grubby t-shirt, a two-year-old can make any outfit work.