Don't take a tall skinny kid out looking for pants at the end of a bad day--it won't help matters. Alec needs 28 x 32 jeans. Apparently nobody makes them and I paid about three times what I normally pay for jeans to find him 29 x 32. And you know how many shirts we came home with? None. He told me all he wants in a shirt is one without a skull on it or one that looks like someone threw up on it. That seems to be all that is offered in the young men's section.
Got Lil in her crib--she slept in the big crib last night all night for the first time. She laughs a little now--so precious. Ian's desk in downstairs--there is a problem with it that is too dumb to go into, so that isn't quite done yet.
Still feel all messed up over yesterday's animal stuff.
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