No more Mrs. Nice Guy
I gave in to the skinny jean trend. These black denims (Mossimo Premium Denim from you-know-where) are now mine.
I figure the next time skinny jeans are in, I'll be in my fifties and the people on "What Not to Wear" will be saying "Skinny jeans are SO not for grandmas." So I knew I better do it now, while I'm still young-ish.
From the "We Just Moved" dept., Julia is liking her new school. She says she has made friends -- she just doesn't know their names yet. And Jenna has been passing her time by: 1) Throwing her toothbrush in the toilet (yesterday) and 2) opening the dishwasher full of dirty dishes and drinking what was left in all of the cups she could reach (also yesterday). I love this child to pieces. But she's on the waiting list of several MDO's, and I need her to get into one SOON.
In other news, I realize I haven't said much about our new church. We've been there for two Sundays and, as much as we miss Missouri St. in Baytown, we really feel like we are home. We're getting to know the kids and the parents and everyone has made us feel so welcome. Our first Sunday, they laid hands on us and prayed over us. I was so moved by it that I teared up, but since I was holding hands with people, I couldn't wipe the tears away. So after the prayer I looked something like this:
Hope I didn't scare anyone.