Friday, August 28, 2009
With just minutes to go before Friday is over, I'm joining in Candid Carrie's Foto Finish Fiesta. It may be because I've stayed up late all week tweeting and reading or it may be that I've lost my mind from fighting with Katie for the last week about her clothes, but I've lost my mind. I'm posting a picture of me in my bathing suit. Yes, I've done this before...but this is the REAL deal.
What I really want to know is why the heck couldn't I inherit my mom's legs? I will be forever jealous. So, I was thinking - maybe I should give up acccounting and become a swimsuit model...of course, I would be assured of remaining unemployed forever.
If you missed my first post about Vegas, you can check it out here. I'm excited to share the incredible shopping experience I had there (well, was witness to anyway), but I need to take a picture of the merchandise still.
Speaking of shopping - do you watch Big Love? If so, do you remember when Nicki was going crazy with all the online/catalogue purchases? Well...that's me. All for the girl that doesn't want to wear any clothes anymore. She has brought "It's scratching me!" to a whole new level. I am also convinced that it is NOT a sensory issue, but OCD. I can get her to finally wear something one day and she eventually loves it, but then it's AWFUL the next time she wears it. I'm cutting out tags left and right even though it scratches worse after it's cut out. (I am NOT cutting out the Hanna Andersson and Gymboree tags, hello resale???) But eventually when I somehow can get her mind off of the clothes and get her to move on - she's fine - until the next clothes change. I am so beaten down I've come to beg her to just wear her clothes to bed since she's currently comfy, but she insists on pj's and then it starts all over. Her floor is strewn with clean clothes she has put on and discarded. I.am.losing.my.mind!!!! But, she does look adorable in her new boots!!!
So tonight when I was putting her to sleep, I warned her that Grammi was coming over to babysit tomorrow and we had to clean up her room because Grammi does NOT like messy rooms. I told her some of the horror stories of when I had to clean up my room as a little girl to show her that I had it SO much worse and that she is big enough to help clean her room. Unfortunately, I don't think I convinced her, but she did love hearing about my messy room and kept asking me to tell her more.