Potpourri of us-ness

Thimblelina was kind enough to watch Joe and Lily for a while so Dennis and I could get out to a Valentine's/4th Anniversary Dinner at Stefano's - the local "fancy schmancy" (Yuccatucky style) restaurant. It was a ton of fun. I had my twice annual nip at the wine barrell and dusted off my "good" fake Ugg boots. (Dennis, you lucky dog you.) She also crocheted this lovely heart for us as a gift. As you can see, Joe was thrilled to pose with the heart - this is the third pic I took and by then he was like, "Mom! I love you, but Grandma has a new Barney video that I want to go over and check out.".

I'm beginning to suspect that my gummy little baby girl Lily is starting to teethe. As such, I picked up a bag of bagels the last time I was at the supermarket (oh, who am I kidding - the market). I've read for years that frozen bagels are great for teething. Lily wasn't so sure about them and Dennis and I freaked out when we saw what appeared to be a tiny amount of gagging and threw the bad sucker into the trash. I may try again when I get my nerve back. Or not.

On Friday I looked down at my arm at about say...oh...6:30 PM and noticed that I had a "just in case" scrunchie there, along with the bead bracelet I transfer from arm to arm to denote which boob is primed for the next bout of nursing. "What's the big deal?", you may ask. Well, upon closer inspection you can't help but notice that I had my hair up in a clip that day. Sigh.

My bra is still in the washing machine. I'm getting antsy. I have ONE nursing bra, as they're quite expensive. I'd get another, but then we'd have to sell the van. Am I the only person who hates being braless? All the other women I know just loooove walking around without their bras on, and can't wait to rip those bad suckers off the second they walk through the door. I, on the other hand, feel horribly floppy and unsafe, kind of like how I feel the two seconds after I sit in a car before I put my seat belt on. So, until my bra is out of the dryer (yes, I can't stand to take the time to let it air dry) I will be here at home wide-eyed and uncomfortable. Yipes!

Wising you a good week. And wishing I could figure out how to "un-center" these last two paragraphs. Mox nix.