Um, February

I am ashamed that it's been a month and a half since I posted anything. Ugh. My excuse is that I am working 50 hours a week, although only being paid for 30. The other 20 are internship hours, which will be done in April. And the 30 are a stressful 30, with more like 40 hours of work laid before me and irritation directed at me when I can't get it done. It's even more complicated than that, and there's a possibility the balance might shift to the totally-not-worth-it-for-the-paycheck side. If that happens, well, I'll let you know. (People like Mrs. Spock put me to shame, what with their several-times-a-week updates.)

So, Daddy is the house-husband, S-A-H-D, home dad, or whatever you want to call him. He's doing a fine job--a great job--but of course, not doing everything the way I would do it. I'm having to adjust to that and self-edit my why-did-you-do-it-that-way inquiries (or at least my accusatory tone). We really don't need/want to spend the three or fours a day together sniping at each other, do we? And this week, with Penny's nasty cold, there's been no morning daycare for her. Poor Daddy.

So, photos! Here are the three little ones, in photos taken by my sister. The toddlers love to make the Baby laugh. (Wait, are 3-year-olds and almost 3-year-olds toddlers? What's the correct term? Preschooler? What if they're not in preschool? Toddler sounds like they're still unsteady on their feet, which, despite a tendency toward bowleggedness on Penny's part, is untrue. Don't they look giant next to the baby-face?)







Penny, in one of many costume changes per day, proving that witches can be wistful. (The plunging neckline is because this [cheap Target] halloween costume is size 4-6. Also, is that a sock on her shoulder?)


And more evidence of what Penny likes. Necklaces, bracelets, hair stuff. And SHOES. Notice the ones that are all neatly lined up, rather than tossed around in a pile? Those are all the ones with heels. Mommy's "fancy shoes" (relatively speaking). Her favorites. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.


I would promise not to wait so long again before updating, but I would probably not be able to keep that promise. Would it interest you to know that in between this sentence and the last, I just washed out underwear (not mine) in the toilet? I didn't think so. The only bonus of working (besides the paycheck) seems to be that I only have to do that on the weekends.

Maybe I will make it my new Saturday tradition, after pancake breakfast and exercise (those two kind of cancel each other out, don't they?), to blog. I couldn't exercise this morning--at least not the kind of exercise that entails driving to the Y, dropping the kids at the babysitting room, and chatting with my sister while walking uphill for 3 miles on the treadmill--because three out of five of our collective children are running at the nose and barking at the throat. The Y frowns upon sharing that kind of thing. We'll see if next week I can do all three (pancakes, exercise, blog). Until then [cough], have a good week!