Okay, so it's only week two and I am already flaking out on you all. Sort of.
Let me explain the day's events.
About six months ago, Rich's niece, Jen, babysat the girls one Saturday evening so that Rich and I could attend a 50th birthday party for one of Rich's friends. (As you can see, we really live it up around here.) The girls really like Jen and we totally trust her but, unfortunately, Jen doesn't live all that close by so she doesn't often babysit for us.
This past Saturday night was "game night" at my sister-in-law's house and Jen agreed to babysit for us so that Rich and I could attend. (The sister-in-law is also Jen's mom.) I stayed in my pajamas until 5:00 that evening as I spent the better part of the afternoon assisting one of my brothers with his tax returns. Along with acting out the Beauty and the Beast movie, breaking up fights and snuggling.
After I showered and dressed, Rich showered. Right after he finished getting ready, we had just enough time to bathe the girls and get them ready for Jen's arrival. I attempted to take pictures of myself (with Anna) by setting the camera's timer and it didn't quite work out. I didn't have time for the whole tripod/remote set-up. And so I ended up with out of focus pictures or pictures with my eyes shut. I am posting neither.
But I do have pictures of the cuties. And that's who you really want to see.
February 26, 2011
The girls selected each and every article of clothing. Dresses are located on the lower bar in their closet, which makes it easy for them to grab. Skirts are on the upper bar and cannot be reached by little munchkins. I am kind of getting tired of seeing them wear the same five dresses over and over and over so I suggested that they pick out a skirt instead of a dress and we went from there.
She was trying to squeeze her eyes shut.
Long-sleeve outer shirt: TCP
Short-sleeve t-shirt under outer shirt: Hand-me-down
Hair: She's got a barrette back there somewhere.
Hair: Blue bows, gift
All of these posts about clothes is a bit depressing. Do you know how tired I am? I can't remember what I wore to work last week. I was too tired (or lazy) to iron last night and so this morning I was searching for an iron-free outfit. I pulled out an outfit that I wear quite frequently. As Rich and I walked to the train, I said, "I think I might have worn this on Friday. I can't remember."