Lila Preschool Update: Is she still screaming when I pick her up?

Terrible blackberry photo of my SWEET little 2.5-year-old after her preschool pickup.
It was a friday... "wear what you want" day, and I think she looks too cute.

In this previous post I wrote about how Lila runs away from me EVERYDAY when I go to pick her up from preschool. Then I gave an update here a few days later.

Here's our current update: She doesn't run FROM me ANYMORE! She runs to me. In fact, sometimes she's the first one at the gate. (GASP!)

I see her, she seems me and I squeal very loudly to indicate my delight and I give her a HUGE hug and she smiles proudly.

Ah.

It's better.

I attribute the about-face to her awesome teacher. I don't know how she did it, but the pick-up process is SO much better now.

YAY LILA!


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In honor of Valentine's Day I'd like to blog about my Chrsitmas gift from my Valentine.

Craig got me these custom TOMS for Christmas...

...and I love 'em.

First he bought them online and shipped them to the Flavorful Fish etsy shop.

Craig says the shop owner will customize your TOMS however you want with whatever fabric you choose (or send her) and that she's quite easy to work with.

I think they're great.

And I love them.

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Ladies Lunes: My Lila and Vivi.

Dear readers and friends,

Welcome to Ladies Lunes. In Español "Lunes" (loon-ayes) means Monday. In the past I've done "Lila Lunes" and "Vivienne Viernes." (Viernes means Friday.) I believe I might start combining the two ladies in one update... why? Because quite honestly, it's easier.

And here we go.

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This, my friends... is love. In the photo 2.5-year-old Lila was going after her Daddy. Trying to kiss him. :)

Love that grin.

Oh, and that laugh.

2012 Grammy Fashion Recap

**I write this late at night. Ignore the errors, please.

More than a few times I said to Craig, "I don't even want to write a Grammy fashion recap. I mean, come on. This is all just ridiculous."

The clothes are were just stupid.

Still, this is what I do. I recap awards show fashions based on nothing other than the fact that I like clothes.

It was just hard this year. I mean, especially when you have stuff like this to look at:

And this. (Is she bleeding from her lady parts?)

(Excuse me.)

And this. (Is she holding a rose? Tell me she's holding a rose.)

And this. (I'm sorry. But really?)

So after seeing some of these fashions, I was literally as un-inspired as all get out.

"Do you have a second?"

I've found that when people ask, "Do you have a second?" they often times would like more of my time than just a second.

I wish they'd just call it what it really is.

"Do you have an extra 20-40 minutes to listen to me shoot the breeze while I stand in your office doorway and talk to the side of your head as you continue to type in an attempt to indicate to me through non-verbal communication that you really don't have time to chat with me about the state of the economy?"

Because seriously?

I'm still working.
Not looking at the person.
Not making eye contact.
Not even offering reassuring vocal cues to indicate that I'm listening.

Is the person deterred?

Absolutely not. The talking continues.


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