Karis turns 3 months old today. Three months is a beautiful thing, where you start to emerge from the fog of newborndom and you settle into some semblance of normal. Well, a new normal, anyways. I am managing to feel a little less day-to-day crisis, and I'm slowly finding my rythm. I still haven't had a trauma-free grocery store run, but most days I am managing to get showered and dressed and leave the house at least once. And not cry. That is the new measure of success. I am also getting a . . .

I took my kids to the fair today, in a rare moment of sponteneity and self-sacrifice (being usually rather controlling and self-serving). I've always hated the fair, and let's just say that going alone with three small children did not make the heart grow fonder. Lots of fun stuff to write about, but I am exhausted. So for now, I will repost my feelings from last year's fair. Which have not changed. In the least.- - - - - - -I am going to say some things in this post that may not be nice. My . . .

(a recycled post. for earth day) Pssst . . . Hey, have you noticed that most grocery stores now have a place like this: where you can put these? or better yet, start using these: (my personal favorites):so we can avoid this: and this: because whatever excuse of convenience we've been using does not justify this . . . . . . so let's keep clean it up for them. thank you. . . .