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Thursday, November 7

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Shoes: Fossil, Jeans: H&M, Tee: Phillip Lim for Target, Sweater: Target, Hat: ASOS, Sunglasses: F21, Necklace: Wolf and Moon via Fab

Here's a hodgepodge of a post.

These were taken a week or so ago when I was feeling great, comfy and warm for a girls night out with my sister. But today was one of the roughest days I've had in a while. I'm a little under the weather with the flu, {quarantining ourselves from other children starting NOW} and a day at home with my miraculously healthy two-year-old was ... well I just felt pretty bad for the guy honestly. I was the most boring, shuffling, sniveling mom times ten. At one point, I had put Everett on the bed next to me with his pound-a-ball toy so that I could lay down for just a second and ended up with a solid wooden ball thrown right at my forehead, in decided protest. Right on the brow bone, you know what I'm talking about? Felt good. But not as good as his apology. He does this thing where he puts his hands over his mouth and does this little pretend cry and then puts his cheek on your cheek and says, oh sawy. I might take another ball to the head for another one of his apologies?

Speaking of Everett-isms, I play this little game with him when I know he's waking up from his nap, where I pretend to be looking for him and call out, "Everett ... Where are youuu?" a few times before I open his door. He always dives across his bed or under his blankets with a giggle as soon as he's been found. So lately when Everett has been waking up from his naps, he's started the game on his own, and I hear from the end of the hallway, "Mama ... Where aww youuuu?" It KILLS me.

Also in recent developments that have nothing to do with anything ... and I'm terribly embarrassed to admit this, but I finally had a bra fitting for the first time in my life last week. I saw this brief article that mentioned some probable percentage of women who end up going however many number of years unknowingly wearing the wrong size. Which I'd read before, but never really internalized the TRUE importance of it, you know. I was clearly included in this category due to unfortunate events related to my most recent bra purchase, so just out of curiosity, and because Everett was already asleep in his stroller anyway, I popped in and had everything all measured up. And you know what, LIFE CHANGER. Glad it only took me 10 years to get around to that.

OK I'm done.


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