Then it hit me....I've become frumpy. And sure enough, I was looking through some pictures tonight of our time in Kodiak and I can see that this illness is progressive. This move back to the East Coast can't come quick enough - I can't wait to trade my snow boots for some strappy sandals.
Cleaning out my closet in preparation for the move has moved me to fits of giggles. Keeping in mind that before we got pregnant with Joshua, we were living in Boston and going out all the time. So my pre-kids clothes are now a little too snug in all the wrong places, and definately a little too short for a minivan driving 32 year old mother of 3.
As much as I'd like to order some clothes that I actually fit into (I have clothes too big, and I have clothes too small, but nothing in the middle), I'm going to keep my frumpy look until I get to Florida, and then I'll have to drag Sandi out shopping.
The pictures are completely unrelated to my clothing conundrum. They were taked today during snacktime. Yes, Megan dresses like a princess everyday. I'm seriously considering not even buying her any more regular clothes.
The boys are so funny, Joshua picked them both out blueberry yogurt, but I was already cutting up apple slices, so it was a bit of a big snack for them.
This morning, Daniel was whacking everyone with the For Sale sign, so I propped it up high in the window. Keith is going to put it outside tomorrow.