oh my God, oh my God!

So Thursday was weigh-in. I'm officially .5 lbs from pre-MasterP. That's not to say pre-MlleL - I've still got some Janey/Directrice weight to go, and then a little more MlleL weight for that.

Wait a sec, you might say, how did Janey make me gain weight? Well, let me tell you. When I first came back to work after MlleL, Janey locked me in a room with 8 other folk for six weeks. She did. She pushed me right in there, put paper on the windows so we couldn't see out and locked the door. It was a little like big brother, only we took notes instead of having cameras.

Now. The schedule of this project was such that relying on public transit was no longer a real option for me. And so, we bought the humble car, and I started to drive. Thus, my daily sprint down the park-and-ride to the OTrain and subsequent 30 minute round trip hike to the number 8 was ended.

(Don't worry, Janey, there's a happy ending.) Driving allowed for creation of one of my very favorite ways to have spent time: the dirtiest carpool in the world, which I'm happy to say, was well worth the extra 7 lbs.

This morning as we were getting ready for a trip to Cora's, and I was eying my choices of trouser (ie, which poorly fitting, sorta used looking piece of clothing shall I wear with husband's belt?) my poor subconscious suggested my pre-MasterP jeans - I mean, it justified, we could wear them until we were 10 weeks pregnant, they might.......

Oh My God!!!

They did.

Hurrah!!!!!!!

Dear Internet...

Do you know I've been writing letters to you for years? I've just never mailed them.

They've been about so many different things - wails of grief about the unfairness of life (and indeed, there may be some more of those), musings on public transit (or why the OTrain made me feel civilized - almost like commuting in DC), weight (of course), work - oh, everything! and I always wondered what it would take for me to start posting.

Turns out, that missing motivation has been the suggestion of my very good friend Miss Emm, a star in the blogging world. (yeah, I'll get to the linking thing. I'm just figuring this stuff out here!) Mostly, I think she must have done it because this way, I'm not filling her already very, very busy work inbox with things I feel compelled to write down.

And so, my dear Internet, you have Janey to thank. Just not in her work inbox.

Love,

Katie.

This is not gonna be beautiful....

MmeL had her third birthday party a few weeks ago. Or rather, we had it, and she ran around, ate the hard-won Jasmine cake, and opened presents. Either way.

She received many, many presents, of which, one was a family of Potato Heads. Now. This is MmeL's first foray into the potato head, and bless her, she's a rule follower. 'No, Daddy!! This arm is the daddy arm. It's on the picture!' Husband was making a very funny offering using Mr. Head's mustache as a uni-brow. Fabulous, but not to MmeL, who found it NOT FUNNY AT ALL.

We explained the concept of the Potato Head. Seriously, silliness sometimes needs an explanation.

She started work again on Mrs. Head, and, finally getting it, giggled, and said, head down over her work, 'This is not gonna be beautiful!'

Heh. It's my new motto. Watch out.