Usually I would not soil my blog with grainy cell phone photos, but if I'm crazy enough about the subjects, I can look past the photo quality once in a while.
I was lucky enough to have not just one, but two handsome dates last night; our first date since the night Emeth was born (although I don't think dates that happen while in active labor should really count). They were both extremely well-behaved throughout the evening. We ate at Outback Steakhouse, and the hostess asked if we needed a children's menu. Um, no, he'll just have what I'm having (later). After supper we went shopping and I bought a pair of skinny jeans - my first pair. I am very behind the times. Suffice it to say, at 6 weeks post-partum they do not make me feel skinny.
Ingrid, pretending to be (in her words) "a dead mermaid". I mean, obviously - as if that even needed an explanation, right?