In Case You're Wondering

I was just looking at some photos of a friend's baby's baptism and I couldn't help noticing how nice my friend's wife looked, even though she's recently had a baby. Let me put it out there: I was not in this category. I was a train wreck. I had no idea what to wear, and I believe that on the morning of Berit's baptism I realized this disappointment and ran to WAL-MART to pick up a spring-ish shirt (which ended up being far too risque and plain old ridiculous) to wear with my one pair of black pants. 

If you are a friend, relative or kind stranger reading this, please make a mental note that I am clueless when it comes to fashion, and that you are given permission to pull me aside and tell me to change. In fact, please tell me what to change into. 

Especially on an occasion that will be forever remembered through photos. In particular, an occasion that will be forever remembered through photos of me holding a child, leaning down over a baptismal font. (Note above-mentioned risque shirt.)

Quick Thinking

Berit wants to take ballet, highland dance, violin and piano. Couldn't someone just make a preschool that included all of these?

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Marta has developed a fear of everything scary, even a little bit. Like, for example, Swiper from Dora. Possibly due to something I allowed her to watch because it bought me time doing something else? Probably.

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When we move into our house, would someone please have U2's Beautiful Day, or something similarly celebratory but perspective-putting, playing on our radio? I might be so giddy that I actually hang from one of the five crystal chandeliers (two of which were given to us by kind, kind people).

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Tomorrow I have to run 10 miles. In three weeks I have to run 13. Last night I ate half a jar of Nutella.

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In the past two weeks we've been in the doctor's office or radiology department at the hospital no less than seven times.

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Baby files came in from Korea last night for our consideration. Devastating, as always, to say that we're not ready yet. We need a house of our own.

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Marta can navigate our trips to town, to school, to Harbor Springs, to Meijer, to our old house, to our new house, and towards Traverse City.

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There's color on the exterior of our house.

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