–Life has been a slog lately, but I’m getting through it. As always, I’m crossing my fingers for more energy.
–Last week we had a wonderful visit with some family we don’t often get to see. Our cousins showered Isobel and Elias with presents and though they loved them all, Isobel was especially taken with the glow-in-the-dark snowflake temporary tattoos. She’s been wearing them on her cheek since she got them, even to school. I probably would have broken her heart and made her scrub it off before sending her back to school except I’ve seen lots of kids in her class wearing temporary tattoos to school, including one sweet girl who was very proud of the spider-man tattoo she applied directly to the center of her forehead.
–My friend Lindsay tagged me for a 10-day selfie challenge on instagram and facebook and I’ve been feeling like such a scrub lately I decided to participate so I would have an incentive to look a little nicer. I’ve been mired in the depths of chronic illness issues, so I modified the challenge a bit and made it a 10 selfie challenge over as many days as it took. I wanted to look nice, or at least, less like a couch-denizen, when I posted, but some days I it was all I could do to leave the couch. I think I’m on selfie seven, and it’s been fun.
–Isobel was over the moon when she unwrapped the sewing machine from Grandma Marty and Grandpa John at Christmas. I mean, she shrieked. I wish I would have taken a video of her reaction so I could watch it whenever I need a pick-me-up. We finally had an open enough schedule with plenty of time to set it up and use it. She could barely contain herself while I set everything it up (it has been a looooong time since I used a sewing machine myself, so I had to take a minute to reacquaint myself). Finally, she got to sew, and she whispered to me, almost reverently, “Ever since I was a little girl, I was ready for this.” And it’s true. She’s been asking me for a sewing machine since she was four. She’s been hand sewing for years. We sewed together for a few hours, making a blanket for brother and stitching along lines I drew on felt with a pencil, and she said, “Mama, this is so fun. Thank you for doing this with me.”
–Elias rarely cries when he gets hurt. He’ll say “Ow!” but rarely cry. He’s a tough little dude. But he’s figured out that getting hurt attracts attention, so lately I’ve seen him pretend to get hurt, shout “Ow ow ow!” over and over, and generally carry on in a very dramatic fashion. Anthony and I have decided he probably has a great future in professional soccer.
–Isobel was picked to be class VIP this week, and one of the perks is bringing in photos of yourself and friends and families to put on a bulletin board. I was looking through photos with Isobel to choose some to bring in when I noticed they were mostly photos of Elias. When I asked her about it she said, “I just want to bring in hilarious photos of brother looking crazy.” (I vetoed the idea.)
–This week we are hosting a phone bank for Bernie Sanders at our house. Anthony’s been doing a bit of campaigning in his precious spare time. I support him, but so far haven’t been well enough to participate. I’m pretty excited.
Search Netflix using secret category codes. OooooOOOooooh!
Kim Jong-un bending over. Photoshop used for good.
RIP, Goblin King. Here’s a beautiful, free David Bowie coloring page.
“Food stamps recipients did not cause the financial crisis. Wall Street did.” I want to watch this gif foreverrrrrr.
Oh shit it’s Theo, your crush. You have to invite him to the party. This was fabulous.
Imposing cat returns to supermarket to glare at customers. ilu, RBF kitteh
Best Vine. Crying.