Low Fashion

I have two pairs of jeans, which I love. Within two weeks of each other, both pairs of jeans ripped -- irreparably, I'm afraid.

Now I hate shopping anyway, but I find it especially hard to shop for a replacement to something beloved, which is no longer made. Especially with a strong-willed 9-month-old in tow.

So I finally dragged myself to the Gap today to buy a pair of jeans. Well guess what? Gap's style this season is... ripped jeans.

Let me get this straight -- I can pay $50 for new jeans that look as bad as the old jeans? Huh.

I must be getting old....

Couldn't resist

I have mixed feelings about posting my child's image on my blog, but because I have been such a bad blogger lately, I just had to share this... Maybe I will take it down in awhile, I don't know... As you gaze into those blue eyes, perhaps you can at least understand why blogging has fallen a bit by the wayside lately... :)

Isn't it ironic...

...that you can spend a good chunk of your life thinking you might like to have bigger boobs, and then when you finally get them, you just really want your old ones back?

We have hit the 9 month mark with the nursing and I'm really proud of that; I didn't think I'd make it this long (of course, I didn't think I'd quit my job, either). It is only now that I am getting ready to be done. I know I will miss the closeness of nursing awfully, but I am also finally feeling like it's time to have my body back.

That said, everything I read says if you can do it a year, you should. And Lord knows even 3 months I don't have to buy formula is real money in the bank. So I am going to stick with it till 12 months, and hopefully L. will graduate to cow's milk. I know 12 months will be here in the blink of an eye, and that is a bittersweet realization indeed!