1. I went to the dermatologist today. Whenever I leave the house it just becomes a... thing. Being pregnant never makes it better. Well... being 18 or whatever weeks pregnant doesn't make it better... I just look... squishy... fluffy... not pregnant. I like nothing more in the world than feeling absolutely frumpy and having someone wearing high heels and possessing amazing skin tell me, "ooooh THIS is better?!"... referring to my skin that yes, I thought looked better. Once again, lest you think I am a whiner, I realize this is not cancer, but DAMN. I just hate acne. It's all made so much better when I have to navigate public with no makeup. Really does wonders for the
2. I forgot to schedule Lola's baptism. Again. For the second week. ...Or rather, for the 17th month, see as how some Catholics schedule their kids' baptism even before they are born. Ooops. My bad. Why can't I remember this? She is going to look monstrous next to the wee babes.
3. Here's an idea that came to me in my sleep regarding ye ol' weighted blanket. Mayhaps shutting my brain off actually accelerates my idea process, as when I am awake there are just simply too many small voices in and around my head. Ima make my first poly pellet purchase this weekend. If you're along for the ride or making one yourself, it occurred to me that Michaels puts out a 40% coupon each week. I'm going to grab enough flyers for the Hubs and I to buy 4 2lb bags. $8.99 each goes down to $5.40 each. This excites me. In pricing the materials I'd need, it began to worry me that the "million dollar" price tag I saw all over the web may just be quite fair. Anyway, here's a good blog that has instructions for constructing this monstrosity: The Squishy Pickles - found it to be the most easily read-able for a gal of my craft-caliber.
4. I found this Tuesday:
There are many things going on here: a kid that enjoys reading, a kid that can keep his siblings busy (wooooooooo hooooooooooooooooo!), another great reason to homeschool... impromptu reading on a bright and sunny afternoon. Love.
5. So the occupational therapist finally called to get this show on the road with Maximus... hey, it's only been six weeks since his initial evaluation, but who's counting. Time to get to work. ...or, work some more, I mean.
Toodles. Ima work in a nap both Saturday AND Sunday... that's just where I'm at peeps. Happy Weekend!