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I've started posting on YASH again, as well as another Mama community that's kind of...friends only, so I don't know if mentioning the name is cool or not. This may do something for my burnout. (Why do I only notice I'm burning out when I'm in the middle of it? Figuring it out near the beginning would be helpful.)

Target sucks. Well, okay, they don't suck completely, but they do suck in the toddler-tights department. Last year they had all *kinds* of tights, including the really thick ones, so that Sam could wear a dress, shirt and the tights and I wouldn't have to worry about legcicles. This year I can only find the regular kind, and not many of those. I looked at The Children's Place, but they only had the regular ones as well. And, of course, since it *is* January, all the stores have their Spring clothes out. [Insert rant about seasons and clothing seasons here, including the bit where I mention that I understand it, but it still pisses me off.]

We're going to go to the Children's Museum in DC today, and if its as cool as Jeff remembers it being, I'll try to put together an outing, for people with kids and people who aren't driven mad by kids. (I'm not sure I'm in the second category, but I suppose it'd be tacky for me to organize it then not go. ;)

I can't remember the next thing.

I've been missing Fishie a lot more than I usually do. Not only missing who she was, but the loss of who she'd be. I purely miss not having a roughly two-month old in my arms. (I know, her due date was in October, but I'm convinced that she would have been like her sister and waited to come out till she was good and ready.) I need to accost my friends with babies and get some cuddle time in. (Though, they may not be happy with my use of accost in the above sentence.;)

For the first time in years, my nails are all the same color. I usually alternate colors, mostly black and something else. This time I've done them all in Burgundy Frost, which is understated but sparkly.

We were watching the extra stuff on the Men In Black II DVD and the director said that he liked working with one of the actors, 'cause hie didn't mind if hie was ugly or scary or shiny. {Paraphrasing and leaving the actor's name out, because I've a braincloud.) Is that really such a big problem? "I refuse to do this part, as it seems I'll be shiny part of the time."

Sam's got a small mark on her hip, and she says its "Owow." So, Jeff's applying diaper cream (the all purpose fixit. *grin*) and she's telling him its "Owwoww...more owwoww." She's okay now, though.

I'm working on writing about Janice...its hard, 'cause I feel so guilty about losing touch with her in the last few months of her life. The fact that we'd lost touch before and it all worked out really doesn't come into it. I feel like I've failed her, completely. But, I'm dealing with that, and I think writing about her, how many times she helped me, and what a truly nifty person she was will be good for me.

I hope you're all having good weekends and the the Monday coming isn't too much of a Monday.

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I've started posting on YASH again, as well as another Mama community that's kind of...friends only, so I don't know if mentioning the name is cool or not. This may do something for my burnout. (Why do I only notice I'm burning out when I'm in the middle of it? Figuring it out near the beginning would be helpful.)

Target sucks. Well, okay, they don't suck completely, but they do suck in the toddler-tights department. Last year they had all *kinds* of tights, including the really thick ones, so that Sam could wear a dress, shirt and the tights and I wouldn't have to worry about legcicles. This year I can only find the regular kind, and not many of those. I looked at The Children's Place, but they only had the regular ones as well. And, of course, since it *is* January, all the stores have their Spring clothes out. [Insert rant about seasons and clothing seasons here, including the bit where I mention that I understand it, but it still pisses me off.]

We're going to go to the Children's Museum in DC today, and if its as cool as Jeff remembers it being, I'll try to put together an outing, for people with kids and people who aren't driven mad by kids. (I'm not sure I'm in the second category, but I suppose it'd be tacky for me to organize it then not go. ;)

I can't remember the next thing.

I've been missing Fishie a lot more than I usually do. Not only missing who she was, but the loss of who she'd be. I purely miss not having a roughly two-month old in my arms. (I know, her due date was in October, but I'm convinced that she would have been like her sister and waited to come out till she was good and ready.) I need to accost my friends with babies and get some cuddle time in. (Though, they may not be happy with my use of accost in the above sentence.;)

For the first time in years, my nails are all the same color. I usually alternate colors, mostly black and something else. This time I've done them all in Burgundy Frost, which is understated but sparkly.

We were watching the extra stuff on the Men In Black II DVD and the director said that he liked working with one of the actors, 'cause hie didn't mind if hie was ugly or scary or shiny. {Paraphrasing and leaving the actor's name out, because I've a braincloud.) Is that really such a big problem? "I refuse to do this part, as it seems I'll be shiny part of the time."

Sam's got a small mark on her hip, and she says its "Owow." So, Jeff's applying diaper cream (the all purpose fixit. *grin*) and she's telling him its "Owwoww...more owwoww." She's okay now, though.

I'm working on writing about Janice...its hard, 'cause I feel so guilty about losing touch with her in the last few months of her life. The fact that we'd lost touch before and it all worked out really doesn't come into it. I feel like I've failed her, completely. But, I'm dealing with that, and I think writing about her, how many times she helped me, and what a truly nifty person she was will be good for me.

I hope you're all having good weekends and the the Monday coming isn't too much of a Monday.