Restylane, here I come.

I met a (guy) friend for breakfast Friday morning (yes, it's going on the blog, and no, I'm not going to out you...)

We sit down, exchangei greetings and he says, "Wow, you look good!" sounding a bit surprised.
"Really? How's that?" I fish, as I've been in bed feeling like crap for 2 weeks.
"Well, you usually have these bags under your eyes..."
"Oh? Maybe it's time for some injections?" I cringe, tugging at the skin under my eyes.

He realizes that maybe it wasn't the right thing to say...he backpedals... "No, I mean, not really bags, just these big dark circles..."

Sigh. I guess it's time to either get some make up or sell my business. Since I'm in a 5 year lease, and actually love my job, it's going to be make up- I've already put my order in at Sephora. Perhaps though it is time to end the delusion that I am looking fabulous for "almost 40."

Then last night. I'm exhausted but one of my old friends was having a cocktail party/BBQ. Jon wanted me to go, as I've been in a bit of a funk of late. I dressed, did my hair, and even (considering what had happened the day before) put on make up. One of the hosts, another guy, as I walk in says "Whoa! What's up with your hair, is it 1982?" Sigh. My hair was SO much bigger in 1982.

Then when a third friend at the party (yes, another guy) looks at my boots and says "your husband let you out of the house in those?" I start to panic. A few hours later I catch up with him and ask what's wrong with my boots. He says "oh, no...nothing wrong, they're hot!" Phew. I was ready to retire.

All is well here, other than the bags under my eyes, I suppose. Julian is starting to yell when he's excited. 100% authentic boy. Gotta love it. Doug is here for another 2 days, wrapping up his 2 week visit.


We started Julian in day care 2 days a week (the nanny is here the other 3) and other than sobbing about 15 min before we show up (how does he know?) the transition is going smoothly. We're excited because she speaks Spanish. She also has a basketball hoop in her driveway, which Julian LOVES. He walks around the house day in and day out yelling "ba-ket-BAWL!"

Jon and I are doing rock-paper-scissors to figure out who is going to break it to him.

I emailed my mom this picture to which she replied "Wish I wuz there to help save him from whatever horrible things you two were doing to him!"
For the record mom, it was Jon- I was at work.


Julian would crawl up into bed with me say "mommy belly hurt" and read books while I was recovering. It was perfect until he forgot and suddenly jumped into my lap. :)





He's been a champ.