Back to the grindstone

I was off work last week looking after my kiddos. Their daycare was closed for vacation. The first day was a little rocky with me learning their schedule but the rest of the week went fine. We went to the park, mall, playground, played games, splashed around in a small blow-up pool and had a great time. Theresa and I played some boardgames - Monopoly and Life. I had to help her but she had lots of fun. Little Harvey loved it when we wrestled. He's wobbling all around the house like a little robot. He's started walking away from the walls and furniture to where he's out of their reach. It's so cute. I think he's a little proud of himself. I'm proud of him too. It was really hard dropping them off this morning. I was sad and Harvey had some separation anxiety. Theresa was fine though. This has been the longest day ever. Almost time to go home! I can't wait!

Guess who's starting to walk?

Little Harvey took his first steps yesterday. He walked 4 steps at daycare and a few more at home. Before we know it he will probably be running after Theresa. I can't believe it he's starting to walk. Oh my goodness....my baby's already 1 and starting to walk. Where does the time go?

Shopping plans

As some of you may know I don't like to shop for myself. I don't like the trying on of many articles of clothing just to find that they don't fit right. I don't like the undressing and redressing only to undress and dress again. I usually end up frustrated. But the time has come....I'm to the point where all my work pants are too big for me. I'm incrementally tightening my belt to remedy this, but I have finally decided that I'm wearing clown-sized pants. I have made up my mind to go shopping alone this Saturday. My husband's going to watch the kids. If you have kids you know how it is to shop with them even without trying on clothes. Beside pants, I'm going to look for blouses, skirts, and even bras. Ah...the dreaded bra shopping. I can never find the right size. If I find a size, it's not the most flattering bra.....oh the joys of being a woman. If I could get away with sports bras all the time, I'd be set. Wish me shopping luck!