You've Got Mail

Guess what arrived in the post yesterday? Not this delicious little baby - just her headband. I almost purchased two when placing the order but thought I should see how it fit and looked first. Now I wish I had ordered four.

And today after two inclement weather cancellations I passed my scooter test. Motorcycle test really but whose counting. R and I did the written portion together back in May but I thought I should probably wait until I didn't have such a big belly (and until my centre of gravity returned to normal) to take the balance test. I was so nervous. When I did my regular road test ten years ago I lost four points for taking turns too slowly. Guess what happens when you take turns too slowly on a scooter? The scooter runs over you after you fall under it. Not so good. But I didn't fall under it and it didn't run over me and so I am now licensed to drive this most awesome (and fuel efficient) of machines.

Jolly Swaying

Jolly - yes

Jumping - still in the works

Standing Orders

The Earl-y Bird

It was the quietest of Labour Day weekends here at FMC headquarters. I can't believe September is here already. Time with Frankie is definitely a new experience: while I measure my days in smaller and smaller increments - time till next feeding and time till next nap - the larger increments (the weeks and months) dissipate faster than ever.

The mummahaze doesn't help. I've read about this brain-melting phenomenon in a few places and am glad I'm not alone. It probably has a lot to do with sleep deprivation. Nonetheless I can't seem to get out of the house without forgetting make-up or deodorant or to change out of my bright blue crocs and I've been trying to think of the word for searching for water (with one of those y-shaped sticks) for three weeks.

Other weekend happenings? Frank has started to roll over. From back to front and mostly when she's upset. When she's sad or angry she gets herself into a little ball and this facilitates rolling. It's pretty funny actually. She fusses herself onto her stomach and then looks around completely surprised and unsure of what's going on. This new skill means no more leaving her on the kitchen table which was probably a less than parent-of-the-year idea to begin with.

Earl was here on Saturday and he took his work pretty seriously. The winds picked up early in the afternoon and we could still feel the house shift and shake when we went to bed at midnight. I forget in the intervals between hurricanes how long they can last. We lost our power but just long enough to play a few board games by candlelight (and flick on the light switches in room after room only to remember the reason the room was so dark in the first place).

Also this which is quite sweet:

(reblogged from tupelo honey)

Hot Child In The City

Bridge jumpers

R watching the jumpers F wondering what jumpers are

First dip in the Mira

Going for gold

Pacifier improv win