Full Swimmy

LB has finally gone full swimmy.  I ordered four rashguard shirts for her to wear, so we could stop the fussing that happens everyday she has to wear something other than her rashguard.  Perhaps this means:

• our permissive parenting will produce a weed-smoking, performance artist who specializes in uncomfortable performances of vintage Miley Cyrus at the local VFW karaoke 
• LB will grow up to tell funny, poignant stories about her lesbian moms who were so chill that the responded to her obvious sensory issues by buying her a bunch of swimsuits
• LB will decide to swim from Cuba to the US, or some other terrifying stunt that will make me cry

But today when we opened the package it was happy time, and "Is this for me to wear mama?"

"Do watcha want with my body"

That's what I'm telling google, because despite my best efforts I can't get comfortable over at wordpress.  So here I am.  Dear Google, your stuff is free, it works, feel free to violate my privacy in myriad ways.

As an aside, and isn't everything an aside these days, they play this song a lot at the downtown skating rink that's across the street from the central bus plaza.  The bus plaza blares a rotating list of five classical music pieces (see: broken windows theory). The combination produces some interesting mashups. 

Anyway(s) we've done some stuff while I've been gone.  Some hijinks are halfheartedly documented here.  The rest are as follows:

It's Winter

It was Valentine's Day.  Note that these pics do not include any romantic getaways.

After an extraordinarily rough patch of preschool orneriness, LB is back to her lovely self.  She was dealing with potty training, big girl bed, and new class at daycare all at once, poor thing, and it was not pretty.

My MIL gave me her old iphone 4, ergo I have an iphone.

We saw swans in India Point Park.  They're monogamous!

I will be back soon with some rants that I have been holding in for way too long.