The second photo is an outtake from a post from last October, which you can see here.It's hard to say if Clio really loves pink, or if it's more that she just happens to have a lot of it, between Lucia's hand-me-downs, gifts from my mother, and some of my own choices, making the odds go way up that she might end up in pink from head to toe.That said, I took her to Old Navy last weekend to pick out a winter hat and mittens. She happened to be dressed in all pink that day, too, and chose a two-tone pink polar fleece hat set. Now, it's true that I tend to be influenced by my own outfit when I shop, picking things that coordinate with what I'm already wearing; but I couldn't even get her to LOOK at the orange and green striped hat that I favored (in fact, she threw it on the ground). In the end, I enabled her pink habit by getting not only her choice of hat, but the pink fair isle version seen above as well.
Tonight, after getting dinner on the table and Eleri to bed, I ran out to the car to retrieve a bottle of wine that Dave left behind after his return from Costco. It was raining, and Dave insisted I put his gortex jacket on over my own wool one (plus some velour "inside pants" and rain shoes- hot stuff); the sleeves are about a foot too long, and as I flopped the visored hood up over my head, I jokingly asked, "how do I look?"
Clio turned around from the table and said, "Mommy, you look beautiful."
Dave took this picture today, and when I looked at it in the camera viewfinder, I said I looked funny; I didn't recognize myself.
"Maybe because your smiling," Dave said, "we haven't seen that in a while." I wish I could say he was kidding.
This refreshed Mommy is a result of the reprieve I received over the weekend. My office was closed on Wednesday, and while I did go in for a while, it was on my own time, and I had the place to myself. I also saw my Doctor for a long-overdue physical. Had lunch with a friend. Shopped (picture of me in my fabulous birthday present to myself, coming soon). Met with students about their final projects. It was a pretty low key day. And on Thursday, we continued what has been my primary Thanksgiving tradition since my freshman year at Vassar, fifteen years ago, and went out to Jim and Missy's. Because it was a perfectly laid back weekend, in which I did very little at all (but was subject to the most fabulous full-body massage on earth, thanks to Jim and Missy's masseuse), there's not much to report, and not many pictures to share. The big news is that when I returned to Brooklyn last night, refreshed, I felt that I had gained a little perspective, and found myself ready for this last stretch of "doing it all" before the holiday break. And for that, I am thankful.
I'm a big procrastinator. It's true. Right now I'm supposed to be doing about 5 different things that I'm really way too tired to take on. So I'm looking for other things to do while sitting at the computer--ultimately making it worse because I'm not going to get any less tired--like post to the blog. If you look at the post log to the right, you'll see I'm hitting a record this month. You would think the most posts per month would fall in a month where I have nothing better to do. You would be wrong.
For those of you who may not have known me as a child, or even in my days of Halloween and theme- or costume-party frenzy, let's put it this way: our neighbors used to tell my mom how "impressed" they were that she let me leave the house in some of my getups, and I STILL get birthday cards about having a crazy fashion sense.I've grown it up a lot, but I must say, I'm kind of pleased to have passed it along. And just for the record, I neither purchased most of these fabulous items (the hat and tutu/princess dress were both gifts, and the gold satin coat was a daddy special), nor encouraged their combination.
When you've got it, you've got it.
Eleri, too, is getting some action, checking out the exersaucer to develop core strength and motor skills.
