in which you see the good, the bad and the day three dirty hair.

so i was going to just jump in here with cute pictures from the archives. but then i thought -- tea parties.. antique shopping.. making my own leg warmers??? this is not my current reality. 
i felt like a fraud.
so i thought before we went there-- to those rosy corners of my past... we should take a nice hard look at my right now. my first trimester, survival is the goal of the day reality. mmkay?


this would be the "top bun" hairdo i stumbled upon when googling "what to do with dirty hair". day 3 dirty. nate found it interesting that instead of showering i took the time to google. it's not time. it's expended energy. google is finger energy only. i can handle that.

these are one of the two pairs of muk luks in rotation... and by rotation i mean everyday. i have had these since high school. WAY before old navy had ever heard of them. they are the real deal and they love me.

those would be the other ones.. and this would be the preferred pregnancy crash out spot when there is a fire going. toasty.

and this is what happens while mommy crashes out.. 
kids run crazy.. in boots and diapers.

and babies teach themselves to read and begin chapter books of their own accord.

and the sweet daddy goes to the store returning with 13 pounds of fruit for mommy's absolutely necessary giant fruit salad.

okay then. 3 more weeks. we're going to make it. it's going to be fine. because sometimes survival is good enough. sometimes survival is awesome actually. there will be time enough for thriving... i am good with for surviving. 


now... how about some vintage treasure hunting?? :)

my mom-in-law and i went treasure hunting on the junk jaunt and she brought her pickup truck. which was a great/dangerous idea. 

there was sumthin' 4 everyone....

including this little guy for me. :) riiiight. that's what i need -- to downsize from my van to a bug. :)

old books... ari once sat here and looked at books for 45 minutes. she sat perfectly still and drank them in so long that her neck froze up and she couldn't look left for a few hours.

the junk jaunt score.

i'm not sure what face that is i'm doing. the look at my cool junk face probably. yee haw.

but seriously--- look at my cool junk. i can't even tell you how much i spent because you might hate me. 
let's just say if you left the house with $50 in your pocket you would come home very, very happy. i guarantee it.

and since we are on the subject of doing things that seem laughable at this moment in my life...
how about a little re-styling? a little sewing? actually getting dressed? let's get crazy.


problem: my favorite cardigan got a big run in one of the arms.

so i cut off the arms... this gave me a fun vest that i forgot to take a picture of me wearing and two long tube arms.

after sewing up the hole and stitching the bottoms i had leg warmers... and a baby that wanted in on some photo shoot modeling.

she's got moves... and she knows it.

sometimes i wish i was a makeup on weekdays kind of girl. then i remember i just don't care enough.

energy for leg warmers is great.

time for junk jaunting is great.

fruit salad is really great.

but 

babies

are miracles.

and i would choose one of those any day. :)