The post in which I whine a little... and include cute pictures

This past week has been rough.  I'm just going to go the ol' bandaid route, and tell you all that all that at once so we can move on quickly to the happy... in fact, this may get a little whiny, so please, feel free to just skip to the happy photos.

The yuck:

The housing market stinks in this area for buyers, the houses are generally gone before we can see them (even when we try to see them the day they go on the market), but we don't want to settle for something that doesn't at least fulfill what we need.

This week we had to figure out why our fire alarm was beeping... turns out it was the carbon monoxide alarm.  We grabbed the babies  and I sat in the snowy car with the heat blasting while Daniel let the firemen in and watched as their CO detectors detected... nothing... for 45 minutes... while I sat in the car and tried to explain to a very confused Anni that we might be going to a friend's apartment ("I want to see Bawissa NOW!") or, well, maybe not, because the firemen may have fixed the apartment, aka, nothing was ever wrong.  It started going off again a couple days later (luckily, we had bought a backup, so I knew I didn't need to leave).  It took a little husband complaining to get them to come replace it right away (it's a little tough trying to turn it off every three minutes while nursing a little one), but they did... so problem solved.


I'm in that phase where nothing fits.  This wouldn't bother me so much, except... I have no nursing clothes (which makes getting the hang of nursing in public a little more awkward than necessary) annnnd I keep going through clothes to look presentable... and keep ending up with a pile that have holes/stains/something ridiculous wrong with them.  I'm unfortunately not all that good at picking out clothes that are good for my body as it is, so I'm feeling pretty darn lost right now.  The plan is to grab at least some nursing shirts to get me by... but that requires having someone to help with the littles, and there's precious little time with that.  Silly, I know, but it would be really nice not to feel like a frump when I do make it out of the house.  So, really, I just need someone with some fashion sense to give me a little makeover.  Position open, friends.

This one's just funny (because it will get done)... for the first time ever (not that I've had to do them for that long), I'm submitting my taxes at the last minute.  We try to head to bed the instant Lettie falls asleep for her longer stretch at night, and since I'm generally nursing her most of the time leading up to that, there hasn't been much time to stretch my tired, math-skill-lacking brain to the task.  Thank goodness for my husband's help... we'll squeak by with time to spare tonight.  

To be honest, none of this is a big deal... it will (or already has) all work out.  I think I'm just overwhelmed and tired with life in general... pretty much par for the course when a sweet newborn joins the family. 

But then, we have this: