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Linking up with Like Mother, Like Daughter again today.

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The kids have been comparing muscles at dinner lately.

 

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Summer clothes switched with winter clothes:  CHECK!

Children now must work VERY HARD to find an outfit of seasonally inappropriate clothing:  CHECK!

Of course, Simeon was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and socks yesterday.  And Tess had picked out a long-sleeved dress with long pants and socks.  But not today!  Of course, yesterday when Tess discovered this leotard (I wish you could hear her say “leotard!”), the dress came off and the leotard went on.

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All right, I’m choosing to put this story in {funny}, since I think putting it in {real} would be taking myself too seriously.  The checker at the grocery store yesterday said to me that I must be near my due date.  (Luckily I am, but this is not a good phrasing for to use when wishing to assuage curiosity about pregnancy, if anyone is wondering.  Even if you know for sure that she is pregnant, NEVER assume a woman is near her due date.  Please.  Even if she’s in active labor, do not make this assumption.  You might be able to get away with something like, “How far along are you?” or potentially, “So when are you due?”  Okay, public service announcement is over.) 

Picture unrelated, but still funny.

After some amusing (to me) discussion about how WOW!  Monday is so close!  And you’re still out and about! (I was under the impression that the convention of confinement before birth had gone out of vogue a while ago, but apparently lots of women in late pregnancy are lauded for their bravery in leaving their homes.  I’ll be far less likely to leave after the baby is born that before!), she then asked me if this is my first baby.  Ha!  I love the reactions to the answer to this question:  “This is my fifth.”  Exclamations!  Then this gem:  “So your oldest must be in college?”  Well, no.  My oldest isn’t quite eleven.  Yeah.  Okay.  Buh-bye.  Thanks for the groceries. 

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Hannah is not featured showing her muscles at the dinner table, because she is sick, probably with strep.  Again.  Third time in three months.  Not good.  She’s feeling better this morning than yesterday, but please say a prayer.  I’m hoping that now that we’re done with choir for three months she’ll stay well – my theory is she’s picking it up there, and since her end-of-year tech rehearsal and concert meant that she spent time with her choir mates Thursday, Friday, and Sunday of last week, my theory has some backing again this time.  But poor kid.  Happily she’s only really missing piano lessons this time around, not a choir overnight road trip that she’d been looking forward to for months.