Atomic Tonic

Linnea is four months old. I have no idea how this has happened.

Twice last week she slept from 8 to 5. I'm not complaining, no, it's just. When she does that? I don't get to run because 5am is when I'd leave the house. But you know, not complaining. And I can't really blame her for my lack of motivation this week. I guess I can blame being four months postpartum, but that's me and not her. The hair loss is certanily me. As is the overwhelming desire to eat. Doesn't really matter what it is, I'll eat it. And I'm not even really hungry.

It's a good thing Linnea is cute because four months postpartum is kicking my ass. I'm a wet hot mess and there's so much to tell you but I can't seem to form the sentences. I put Linnea in the car the other day. Got in myself, put the key in the ignition. Released the parking break and noticed that the car was already in drive. On our inclined driveway. I can't even park a car, nevermind organize a paragraph. I will try stringing a bunch of stuff together.

Farfar came to visit. We almost had scabies but then we didn't. I made mexican chocolate ice cream and then marzipan ice cream. I've been wearing the prescription glasses I bought 5 years ago. Am no longer squinting. Went grocery shopping. Explained strawberries to Matilda. Been watching her watch them for signs of doneness since.

Things are hopping over here. Things aside from my brain. The kids are in constant motion (Matilda)

and sucking their thumbs (Linnea)

and chatty, the both of them.