No, I didn't puke. And no, I am not pregnant.
Late this morning both kids were playing nicely together amid a mound of Duplos, so I decided to make myself a nice salad for lunch and take the rare opportunity to eat a meal with out kids on my lap or being fed. Just as I sat down to eat, my daughter came over and asked what I was eating. I felt safe in telling her it was salad since she usually will only eat carrots or cukes raw. Nope. Not today. "I try some salad?"
Both of my kids seem to be stuck in a phase. Phases that are rather unfortunate for a momma to be occurring simultaneously. They usually only last a short while before morphing into something else and providing some relief. These however seem to be here for a bit. I can't seem to find my groove and each day I gain a deeper understanding of why my own stay at home mother used to tell my father she was going to run away and join the circus.
Today's mail brought a package from Australia, which could only be my Covert Robin gift!k My Covert Robin was Roslyn from Sew Delicious. You must check out her tutorials. Her Peggy skirt is so Mad Men awesome and next time I am in Long Beach I plan to scoop up some oil cloth and make her cute toiletries bags.