This is still happening in my house.

That is all.

I had to buy Monkey Girl a pair of black pants for her band concert, on Thursday, and so after school, she and I headed to the Walmarts.

(No idea why, but I just love to call it “The Walmarts.”)

We picked up a few pair of black pants and she headed into the changing room, and I said, “I’ll be right across the aisle, looking at the…”

And before I finished my sentence, she muttered over her shoulder, “…wallets…I know.”

I am constantly on the search for a wallet.

Every store I go in, I spend a good fifteen minutes in the wallet section.

I don’t really know what I want in a wallet.

I go between wanting a folding wallet that will take up less space in my purse and a long wallet that might have a little more space for things like gift cards and courtesy cards, etc.

I don’t have a very large purse, so space is important, but I’m just not always sure that a folding wallet is what I want.

Right now, I have one of those long, hard case wallets, like this:

Except, mine has butterflies on it.

Because, you know, I’m 41.

For awhile, I was carrying a Vera Bradley strap wallet that was a wallet attached to a strap that went over your shoulder, so it was like a purse, except you couldn’t actually carry anything in it except for your money and credit cards, etc.

It worked really well for a long time, but I really need somewhere to carry my inhaler and my chapstick.

So, the purse I am using now is a hand-me-down Coach purse like this:

Although, I am saving up for this purse, because I haven’t had a purse that wasn’t a hand-me-down in a very, very long time:

(JBZS…if you are reading this, Monkey Girl confiscated the purse you gave me for Christmas…she says it makes her feel “sassy.”)

So, anyway, I am always on the search for a wallet.

Whenever Real Man walks into a department store or a mall, he is on the search for shoes, because he wears through his work shoes faster than Baby Monkey wears through Batman costumes.

What about you?

Is there anything you are constantly searching for, but never quite find, while shopping?

I’d love to hear about it!  Let Real Man and I know that we aren’t alone!

So, I went ahead and made my own font.

My own, personal, handwriting font, so that I could write the blog in my own handwriting. I bit the bullet and bought the iFont Maker for the iPad and spent some time writing my own font.

However, now that I look at it, I’m not sure I’m digging it in blog form. I mean, it’s cool to see typing in my handwriting. However, it’s kinda clunky when I see it on the screen.

Plus, it’s a bit of work to actually get the blog in this font. I can’t just select it.

There’s HTML code involved and it has to be written in front of every single line I type.

As you all know, some days, I can get a little wordy.

Not my idea of fun.

So, we’ll see.

I’ll use it for today, but we’ll just have to see what I decide to do in the future.

Thoughts? Because I’d really like to know if this makes it harder for you to read the blog. If so, maybe I’ll just use the font to write on photos and things. You are the readers and so your opinion matters the most on this.

For 2013, I believe I will try to be joining Jodi in her 52 project. A year of portraits, of my children, posted every Wednesday. A series of photographs capturing moments from a year in their lives. A way to watch the passage of time and to pause and capture those little moments that are the essence of them.

Jodi has a link-up on her blog for those participating. It is so much fun to check out what other people are photographing.  Enjoy!

Nothing special happening in these pictures.

Just after dinner on a Tuesday night.

Quite a weekend around here.

It started with Tiny and I being sick and ended with everyone sick except for Real Man.

Luckily for the monkeys, the 24-hour stomach bug seems to be just that.

For me, what my doctor told me, on Friday, was a viral infection turned into the gajillion hour stomach bug.

Monkey Girl and Baby didn’t get hit until Sunday night and Monkey in the Middle survived until Monday at precisely 3:02 pm, so we were able to get in some fun.

There were games to be played, a visit to the mall, two hockey games, snuggling, playing on the iPad, a Red Cross Babysitting course, costumes, pantry rearranging, and finally, as one falls asleep at the table, signaling round three with the virus in our house, one starts smiling again.