Genevieve's philosophy of makeup

Less is definitely NOT more. More is the only thing that is more.

Imogen's birthday

Here's a shot of her blowing out the candles. I'm not going to bother with the gift opening. Really, gift opening gifts all look the same anyway, unless one is getting something really unusual. (Happy birthday, here's your very own toilet seat!)

So as far as birthday pictures of children go, you want to see the kid (who changes rapidly) and the cake (which is different each time and NOT made by the kid's mother who has sworn off cake making for all time- for more information, see pictures of Imogen's first birthday.)

Just some random pictures...

The top one is of Imogen's latest tooth loss, a loss from which she has still not recovered. (Physically, I mean. That tooth refuses to grow back.)

Then, Genevieve being pouty. Needs no explanation.

Then, Imogen's new haircut, which is now not as new as it was in these pictures. It's actually quite cute because she's got the natural waves in her hair which make it a flattering look.

Yeah, so I've been busy...

This is a picture of my desk taken on... Friday I think? Ironically, I look around and I've cleaned up my desk and other stuff seems to have taken that stuff's place. Hm...

We have this backwards somehow...

So, Imogen wakes up with a stomach ache this morning. Stomach aches are so vague. There's not a lot you can do for them, their causes are mysterious and they're hard to verify. Is it diarrhea or apendi-whatever? Is it a stomach flu or a cleverly chosen, unprovable, difficult to solve symptom of simply wishing to stay home? A fever, I can handle. The kid is hot, or she is not. Easy. We have the magic number (98.6 or 96.8, I can never remember...) and we have the magic thermometer that tells us (provided it has not again been misplaced). And we have Tylenol to fix it. (I have a hard time inflicting pepto bismol on a person I like. Some cures are worse than the disease.)

So I told Imogen she could stay home from school. I had one final and it wasn't till tonight, so it was no inconvenience to me. However, she came to me 20 minutes later (20 minutes past when she should have been getting dressed according to my oft-ignored morning schedule that only I care about) and announced that her stomach felt much better and she would be going to school. She was in her uniform, and I do use the word "in" loosely in this context. Her shirt untucked and unbuttoned, socks of drastically differing lengths and hair still messy. Still, this was all fixable within the allotted time, though I had to tell Genevieve to get dressed. She seemed to think a day at home was as good a reason as any to spend it nude.

Imogen school called me at around 2:45, not long before I would have left to pick her up anyway. Her stomach hurt, they said, and I needed to come get her. When I arrived they explained that she had seemed kind of down all day long but refused to complain and finally the teacher noticed her clutching her stomach and flinching.

So here I have a child who, instead of pretending to be ill to stay home from school, when sick, will pretend to be well so she can go to school.

That makes me happy.