Paint It Yellow.

Yesterday was like sensory overload. I started way too early, did too much, and went to bed too late. Classic pregnancy errors. You're so accustomed to your pre-pregnancy energy capacity and you pay for it by being a sore, exhausted, burnt-out wreck. I am glad I got a lot of errands done. Shamus had fun cruising in his stroller around town so that's always a plus. Class was shorter than usual. Fam did a BEAUTIFUL job on my hair. The burlesque show was very nice. I wore sensible shoes and was excited to actually score a seat (never happens). I did get caught yawning several times. Also, I was so wiped out I got on the wrong bus and ended up in the middle of the Dimond District just before midnight, which if you've never experienced, is a little like suddenly being emerged in a poorer-quality John Waters movie. It doesn't matter how pregnant you are, I've learned.. If you're wearing lipstick you are a whore who definitely wants to sleep with any guy she accidentally makes eye contact with. I barely remember getting home, except for having to carefully slide out of my sailor dress. I don't think that one's going to make it to another function. So sad!

Hair p*rn.

For the rest of the week I need to settle in a little bit, study a whole lot, and refocus my attentions. We haven't left the house today, opting instead to hang around doing laundry, watching Queer Eye, and painting stuff.

While digging around in the hall closet, Shamus found an unpainted birdhouse. We bought and painted a bunch of them last summer when we moved in. This one must've somehow been missed.

The picture doesn't do it justice. We used very sparkly paint. Shamus had so much fun painting it. He finished and I took it outside to dry in the sun. He then asked for another one he could paint, but we didn't have any more so he suggested we repaint an old one. It wasn't a bad idea. There was a pink one that had fallen down several times and was missing a base. A lot of the paint had worn off so he picked a new color and painted right over it. I think it looks better than ever. He said he wanted the roof to look like stars in the sky so I got some loose glitter from the cabinet.

Three is going to be a fun age, I think. He needs very little help doing art projects now. I like to sit back and let him lead the conversation. He says HILARIOUS things while we craft. Like informing me his bird house wasn't just for birds but for butterflies too.

We sat in the backyard for a bit. He and James planted a bunch of little starter plants the other day. Shamus really wanted me to take a picture of the lemon tree. It's a little baby one. Him standing next to it gives you a good idea how little. Shamus is kind of annoyed it hasn't sprouted lemons for him to eat yet. It's only been two days. That's a lifetime to an almost-three year old.