It's alarming how charming I feel...
Oh, the sunshine! And all the flowers! Our trees are blooming! It makes such a difference! Even after a night of scarcely-sleeping, I feel sunshiney myself, and even Dutch and Cook, normally not notable for their morning alertness or good cheer, woke up pretty chipper.* Dutch was VERY excited to wear a sundress today with no tights. (We agreed that she would wear shorts under it, since she likes short dresses, and I'm struggling with the is-it-okay-to-reveal-your-underwear-in-public question.)
Cook and I are hoping that summer will encourage Dutch to wear shorts rather than dresses. We're both sick of the dresses-only rule. I got Dutch to wear pants a few weeks ago, for a weeding-party outing. She was fine until we got to the bus stop, and then she panicked because she wasn't Pretty without a dress on, and she just couldn't go out in public when she wasn't Pretty enough. Yesterday she wore a dress and tights and maryjane shoes, plus THREE fancy hair accessories, and went off on a playdate with Best Friend, who was wearing all boys' clothing. (Best Friend has an older brother and lots of handmedowns and doesn't care at ALL about being Pretty.) They were like Nancy Drew and George.
Anyway. I'm still boring. Also, still pregnant. Anaximander is technically full-term as of today, so it could arrive any time in the next five weeks. Which means we'd better find a waterproof mattress lining, and finalize our list of baby names. (It is not going to be named Anaximander. Or "Tele Bosco Walter Owen," Dutch's latest suggestion, which would mean naming the baby after all the dogs she knows.)
*This in spite of being woken by the doorbell, which Cook went down to answer, and found our property manager's girlfriend at the door with flowers and a tiny model of the Eiffel Tower, apologizing for having rung the wrong bell. We spent some time puzzling over the Eiffel Tower part of this. Maybe they're going on a romantic trip to France?
Cook and I are hoping that summer will encourage Dutch to wear shorts rather than dresses. We're both sick of the dresses-only rule. I got Dutch to wear pants a few weeks ago, for a weeding-party outing. She was fine until we got to the bus stop, and then she panicked because she wasn't Pretty without a dress on, and she just couldn't go out in public when she wasn't Pretty enough. Yesterday she wore a dress and tights and maryjane shoes, plus THREE fancy hair accessories, and went off on a playdate with Best Friend, who was wearing all boys' clothing. (Best Friend has an older brother and lots of handmedowns and doesn't care at ALL about being Pretty.) They were like Nancy Drew and George.
Anyway. I'm still boring. Also, still pregnant. Anaximander is technically full-term as of today, so it could arrive any time in the next five weeks. Which means we'd better find a waterproof mattress lining, and finalize our list of baby names. (It is not going to be named Anaximander. Or "Tele Bosco Walter Owen," Dutch's latest suggestion, which would mean naming the baby after all the dogs she knows.)
*This in spite of being woken by the doorbell, which Cook went down to answer, and found our property manager's girlfriend at the door with flowers and a tiny model of the Eiffel Tower, apologizing for having rung the wrong bell. We spent some time puzzling over the Eiffel Tower part of this. Maybe they're going on a romantic trip to France?
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