Pretending

On our way home from an especially rowdy birthday party this weekend, the car was very quiet. The drive home was only 5 minutes long, but we suspected our girls were going to fall asleep. I turned around and #1 did seem to be snoozing and told the hubs out loud, "Hey, I think ESK fell asleep!"

Soon enough, a few seconds later, we heard the sound of heavy breathing. A minute later, the heavy breathing had turned into full on snoring. Heavy snoring, like an old man's. Hubs and I were a little surprised because we had never heard her snore so loudly before, but were understanding since she did have a long day...

Another minute later and the snoring had become cartoonish and SK and I looked at each other a little alarmed. To tell you the truth, I thought maybe she was suffocating on her winter gear or something. I turned fully around and shouted out #1's name. After which I saw her eyes were wide open and she was smiling. She was pretending of course! A pretty good acting job I must say.

We all had a good laugh. I don't know why I'm so struck by this little moment. I guess because ESK has never done anything like that before and she kept up the charade for awhile, even after we commented on her snoring several times. It feels like a developmental leap of some sort.

Long Day

Today was a long day. Two birthday parties and a swim lesson. Sandwiched by quick trips to the grocery store and the mall. Birthday party 1: Indoor inflatables gym (bouncy houses). Birthday party 2: Ice skating.

Highlight of the day? Watching AMK go down a bouncy house type slide. She looked scared at first, twisted wildly out of control and ricocheted off the sides of the slide. But when I picked her up at the bottom, she signed wildly and said, "More, more!" very enthusiastically. She cracks me up...

New Year, New Underwear

I'm not really one for New Year's resolutions, so I can't say that I resolved to do a underwear drawer overhaul. But I was getting pretty sick of the granny panties and old bras I was bringing out every morning. I finally had a couple hours free this morning to make a trip to Nordstrom.

Underwear wasn't really a big deal and that part of the shopping trip was done in a few minutes, but I realized it had been awhile since my last proper bra fitting. The lady who took care of me was a no nonsense woman about my own mother's age. I was a little shy about being half-naked in front of her, but I figured she has just about seen it all, so I just went with it. With a whisk of her measuring tape and a professional eyeballing of my boobs, she was off to find me a new get-up (so to speak).

In about 15 minutes, I felt like a new woman. Apparently my mammary lumps have grown in pregnancy (although I don't remember anything this dramatic in my past two pregnancies) because I went up about 2 cup sizes. Crazy. I would have never picked out the size that she brought me, but these new brassieres were really comfortable! Wowsers!

I happily spent a small fortune. My rationale is that with this growing baby bump, I'm only going to get increasingly uncomfortable. Might as well make sure one area of my body will be getting enough support and pampering!