Jollychic. 4-26-15

Just got back from San Antonio a few days ago. I had to leave my baby for 3 days. More on that later. 

I thought I would just post a photo of some things I ordered over the holidays, as Boop's outfit today reminded me. I ordered some stuff from Jollychic.com. Unfortunately, I didn't read reviews before I ordered. After I ordered, I happened to read the reviews, which were abyssmal, except for the ones that were apparently written by people from the company. I came across a blog of a woman who ordered a number of things from them. She was a little bigger than me and had ordered size medium, which should have fit her. I had read the notes on the site and had ordered a size larger (medium). So, I thought I might be okay.

However, the more I read, the more concerned I got. The blogger had her 9 year old daughter try on the clothes, and they fit her daughter. So, I was not at all optimistic. To my relief, when I got the package, some of the things did fit me, and I had ordered scarves, which were okay. Yet, I did get a few things that were questionnable. Boop is 3. Here she is wearing one of the dresses. The 1st two photos were before the dress was washed. I heard terrible stories about returns; so I didn't even bother.  
   

The Princess Phase. 4-8-15

All Princesses, All the Time. 

Her school uniform has been princess dress, necklace, tiara, and black minky coat.

At least she is wearing clothes.

Bursting at the Seams. 4-6-15

Here is a photo of Boop at Great Aunt D's on Easter, in her white dress while it lasted... Not a very good shot.

 
Easter Hunt #1 with Gammy and Aunt D at Aunt D's

Easter Hunt #2 John McEnroe at Great Aunt D's

Hope you had a happy Easter. Notice, I didn't say 'hoppy' Easter. That's because I didn't want your Easter to be full of bad Easter puns, just simply egg-straodinary. Okay, just one. 

Lost. 4-2-15

Many different streams of thought brought me to think about my cousin, A. She was a older than me, and I just thought she was wonderful. As a teenager, she always took extra time for me, French braided my hair, entertained me. Most of my cousins were good to me, too, but I didn't get to see A that much. I remember we went up to stay with her grandparents for her uncle's wedding, and she made sure I had a good time. I remember Julian Lennon was in heavy rotation on MTV at the time, and A was just crazy about him—maybe she even said he was ‘dreamy’. But she could say it with complete sincerity, such a sweet person. And of course, I was his fan, too. She took good care of her little brother and seemed so loved--which is why I never understood how things went so awry. I still don’t. Drugs? It’s not an explanation. We lost her long before we actually did. Tragic, I guess that’s what it means. Now, her little brother takes great care of her little guy. And so it is with loss. We never really know what is going on in people’s heads. And in the end, we’re left to try to understand.  

Primal Scream Therapy?
Whatever works...