Baby Blues

So, I finally take my husband to one of my favorite lunch places, Nothing To It, a cooking school and all around cozy-yummy place. I've been there many, many times with friends and my mom. All that good food, coupled with the fact that you are eating in the kitchen (what could be cozier than that?) means that we always have good conversations - full of laughter and sometimes even tears.

Well, my husband and I were having a great talk -- laughing, making plans for our relatives who are visiting this weekend, discussing our darling children, when all of a sudden I climbed into myself and hid. My husband is very perceptive and asked where I went, but I am unable to answer. Without crying.

I kid you not, at the next table, the woman behind him had taken a baby out of his car seat. A very cute few week old baby, dressed in blue, with big blue eyes -- baby blues. She was holding him on her shoulder so that when I looked at my husband, all I could see was this baby's head looking right at me over his shoulder. It was unbelievable, all the sadness and longing that poured through me. It was all I could do not to grab that baby and just hug it so close....

I gritted my teeth, dug my fingernails into my palm, and told my darling husband to look behind him. He did, and I started to cry. Right there in the restaurant. Which is really just someone's kitchen, so that was ok....

Black lipstick and pink ribbons

Nothing makes girls happier than lipstick and ribbons. I don't mean to sound sexist or be giving in to stereotypes, but living with 3 little girls has taught me more than I care to know about shrieks of girl-happiness. Today I bought the black lipstick LittleBug wants to go with her witch costume. Of course both LittleBug and LadyBug, her twin, wanted to try it on. Now I have two 4 year olds who look like they are 20 heading out for a rave. Flash forward, perhaps?

Ladybug is going to be a ballerina, all in pink, for halloween. Now she insist that in addition to the pink satin ribbons I bought to "lace up" her ankles, she must also have black lipstick. Ever seen a ballerina with black lipstick?

Little Runner

I'm a proud mama. Today LadyBug, our "middle" child (not really, since she is a twin, but she seems to fit right in there) showed some true determination and grit. We did a 1/2 mile fun run today. I was with the other girls, who alternated between whining and walking really slowly. LadyBug was with her dad and ran the whole way! At the start she began running and she ran uphill, then downhill, then sped up at the end. You Go Girl!