Watching America’s Next Top Model, 8th and Ocean and Project Runway with Hadley occasionally has turned her into a runway model. She does her runway walk everywhere. It’s hilarious. She has a signature walk. Not so much trotty or stompy as hip swaggery.

Finn is TALKING by God. He yells at his sister when she takes things now. By name. Not just baby screaming but a very understandable HALEY! (sounds just like Hadley minus the “d”) He also tells me about nearly everything that he “don’t like it” and he turns his nose up. “Mama! Hunry! Hunry!” (hungry)

“Ok, Finn, how about some banana?”

“No, don’t like it. Um…cupcake?”

Smart boy.

Still feeling crappy but a lot less crappy than I was feeling before which is a good thing. I forgot about the stupid sun thing, avoiding it that is, and last week when the sun was out, I was jubilant and wanted to be in it! We went with the Densmore girls to the park and played. It was lovely and I paid for it when we got home where I promptly fell asleep at 6:30. I could barely move the next morning. The sun had ravaged me and I was already at 40% to begin with. Ugh. Being back on Methotrexate makes me hyper sensitive to the sun too.

We went to the park today and Peter said “Why didn’t you wear your hat?”

“I don’t think a baseball hat is going to do all that much to keep the sun off me honey.” I say.

“Oh no, not a baseball hat. Your sun hat.” He says completely seriously. The second sentence came out of his mouth in slow motion voice. My fucking sun hat? What am I? 85? The sun hat, which he speaks of, is cute actually. If you’re lying in the sun in Bora Bora, which I was when I orginally wore it. I’m not wearing a huge sun hat crusing around the park with my kids. This may sound ridiculous and many may say “But it’s your health.” And to them I give a solid middle finger.