Friday, November 4, 2011

the clouds are parting

Well hello. 

I'm here, alive and mostly well. My hair is falling out in large post partum clumps and I'm still eating like a crazed fool who has never encountered a cookie before and therefore must eat all of them before they disappear. I'm still having trouble getting up in the morning to workout thanks to Pippa's new trick of 4:30am wakes up that require me and my boobs. But the crazy feels like it's becoming less of an issue and is now just a small cloud of gloom trailing behind me instead of a storm that's flooding me. 

I'm finding that things like this really help:



Truman would really like it if everyday he could go knock on the neighbors' doors and get candy. 

Little pumpkin

Pippa would like to wear a fleecy pumpkin outfit everyday because that shit is warm.


  1. They're so adorable! And really, who wouldn't want to be a fleecy little pumpkin every day?

  2. Omg they are so cute!!

  3. Your kids are so freakin, frackkin adorable!

  4. Aw, sweets! Little cuties. Also, my hair started falling out in clumps post-partum with my now 5 year old. STILL falling out (yes, I've been tested). Kids, man.

  5. I want to meet Ms. Pippa before she gets old enough to have an attitude and be too cool to meet old people.

    In the meantime, I love the clinched fists. I imagine her raising one up in the air and saying "YES I'm rocking this pumpkin outfit."

  6. Wow, Pippa is growing so fast! Looks like you have your hands full. Hope all is well with you and your family.