Let's Talk About the Supreme Court - Guest Post by the Hubby

This election.  I could write a book on this election.  I won’t, though.  The Donald is going to be defeated in a couple of days so I’ll just stick to non-partisan information for this post, because I’m just frankly embarrassed for my conservative friends who keep looking for reasons to vote for this fraud.  Heck, if anyone should convince you of Secretary Clinton's worth, I could just let the Donald do it.  There's plenty of it.  But this post is about getting rid of the biggest reason my conservative friends cite for why they “still have to vote for him.”  And I felt I had to write it because, as vast as the internet is, I couldn't find a cogent article on the subject.  If you want something done...

This is what 3 looks like

Three.  Three!  I cannot believe it.  I won't waste any time waxing philosophical and emotional about how much I love her, how time continues to slip through my fingers, how child development is the most amazing thing in the world -- well, I would, but I simply don't have the time to craft cogent thoughts about these topics.  I have two kids 3 and under and we have things.to.do.

Don't Judge a Book by its Husband

Have you guys ever had an experience where you were in the dark about something that, in retrospect, seemed really obvious?  Once I was nannying for a weekend and the owner of the home, who was a family friend, was walking me through their place, showing me where things were, when her daughter interrupted and said something like, "Mom, I think this stuff is pretty obvious," in the kind of preteen way that we're all familiar with.  The mom, no stranger to this kind of treatment, leaned over the kitchen faucet, and said, "so I don't need to explain that the faucet goes right for cold and left for hot."  We all kind of laughed, the tween rolled her eyes, and we went about our business.  Except, I paused...because, wait THE FAUCET ALWAYS GOES RIGHT FOR COLD AND LEFT FOR HOT??

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They're finally asleep.  You guys they're FINALLY ASLEEP!

Today was the kind of day that started with Elle in my bed at 2 am (after trying to keep her in her crib at 9 pm, 10 pm, and 11pm) and continued with Grace at 8 am saying, "MAAAHHHM," in the sort of way that makes all the muscles in my body contract because I just knew, based on the tone, that it was going to be a very long day.  I swear she said MAAAHM 8.6 million times today.  Elle napped for 40 minutes.  Grace, not at all.  That's a lot of hours together.

What Keeps You Up at Night?

Sometimes I don't sleep at night.  Fortunately I discovered a little drug called AMBIEN which is my bedtime namaste.  Sometimes, though, when I am particularly anxious I hem and haw over taking the Ambien because I am proud and stubborn and an incredibly slow learner.  Usually, before I say uncle and then namaste, I freak myself out with some really existential shit.  Like the kind of stuff I'm hoping the people at NASA are working on.  I was talking with Eric about this the other day, how I was having another anxiety attack because of my existential obsessions, while going through several diagnoses about why I am such a hot mess -- undiagnosed postpartum depression? not being able to relax for more than three hours because I have two kids two and under? early onset menopause? RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME? -- he said, "I think about that stuff too when I can't sleep."

This is what 6 months looks like

I literally cannot believe I've had this girl for half a year already.  Summer is so wonderful but it makes time fly even faster...and here I am with a six month old, who is nothing but delightful.

This is what 2 and 3/4 looks like

It looks like independent play, like dolls, kitchens, and princesses, make believing everything, all the time.  It looks like long legs and growing out of early summer's sandals. It looks like three is just around the river bend.  It sounds like complete sentences and made up words (Minda!), like long, complicated stories, like there might be a little lisp now that she's finally able to say "S."  It feels a little stressful as she insists she doesn't need help or a nap anymore, it feels a little exciting as she keeps herself entertained for an hour or more at a time, it feels a little bittersweet because she's not a baby, nor will she ever be, anymore. It feels like love.