Girl's Gone Child: Liner Notes 1/30

I have no idea what has happened in the last week. Days happened and hours happened and things happened within those days and hours. Everyone came down with colds. I met a friend for lunch. Everything was crazy and awesome and crazy and then suddenly extremely stressful and then awesome followed by the awesome kind of stress I like to call strawesome. I joined Instragram because I am so fashionably late I'm out of style. I also bought an iphone because my brick finally died and after fighting the purchase for several years, I finally gave up. Two days later I'm an iaddict with its innoying. I don't know how anyone gets anything done with an iphone in their pocket and am giving myself one month to learn to live with this thing without letting it live me. ONE MONTH, iphone, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD. In the meantime, it takes it some pretty pictures, it does.

In this week's baby news, Reverie decided she'd like in on the action and became a little more outspoken in her needs. She experimented with crying occasionally like a normal baby human. I'm relieved in a way but also frustrated that I don't have two laps and four arms. Whatever, biology.

The girls started grabbing for each other's faces and hands and while Reverie has ditched the paci in place of her thumb (which, regardless of its orthodontiacussions is the cutest thing of all time) and Bo has taken to sucking her sister's hands because they're ... there.

I took the kids out for a walk to get smoothies over the weekend. We survived the walk TO the smoothie place but on the way home, not so much. Babies woke up from lack of movement, both of them SCREAMING and me unable to remove them because I had two other children to hold the hands of as we crossed the various streets. And then Fable tripped and face-planted on the sidewalk, smoothie explosion fest 2012. She was bleeding and crying and Bo and Revi were screaming and all the young, hip couples walked around us on the sidewalk and straight into the convenience store to stock up on condoms as I held my open arms to the sky and said "LET ME BE YOUR BIRTH CONTROL!"

Luckily, all bad moments must come to an end. And then, the goodness appears like in every terrible quote that references rainbows. We made it home. The bleeding stopped. The babies calmed. We all held hands and sang kumbaya around the invisible fire.

In the last few days our house hunt has reached a fever pitch and I've spent every last bit of energy weighing pros and cons of home ownership, meditating, praying, playing with crystals, rubbing dreamcatchers all over my body and following Archer around with a notepad to write down his every word in case he says something home related that will serve as a sign. I'm dying to write about our adventures in real estate right now but cannot. Yet. Because, yeah. In the meantime, here's a blurry photo of something that might be more than something and my stomach is doing flips right now while I type this because holyshitthisislikeebaytimesamillionandthenihadapanicattack.