I was browsing at my neighbor's garage sale yesterday and saw some size 8 shorts. I was feeling like my 10s were a bit big in the waist, and curious, I tried to pull on a pair of size 8s. They FIT, even wearing them over my khaki capris. 8 was my goal size, but since I still have another 12-13 lbs I'd like to lose, I could easily end up in a 6! I even bought a two piece swimming suit on Monday. Granted the bottom is a skirtini, but the top is a true bikini top, not the more modest tankini. My upper abs are looking good, if I do say so myself. Those darn lower abs, not so much. I think it's due to the c-section with Abigail, and I doubt they will ever really firm up.

This summer school and swimming lessons every day thing is kicking my butt. The transportation sucks, and while it's cool to see the girls progressing in their swimming already after just 3 days, 1-2 pm lessons are totally screwing up Vincent's sleeping. Abigail also wanted to take the bus home. The first day, I called after the bus was 25 minutes late demanding to know where she was. They found out the buses hadn't left the school yet, and it would be another 20-30 minutes. I had them pull her off and picked her up myself. The second day, I didn't even bother with the bus, but we decided to try it again yesterday. The buses left the school 20 minutes late, and then when she was dropped off, it was 2 blocks away from where the letter said her stop was. I was waiting at the prescribed stop, and Abigail walked herself home, crossing a moderately busy street to do so. Luckily I had my phone with me and a friend was at our house, calling me when Abigial showed up by herself. I was livid and called the school district in fury. Apparently the bus company changed the stop and was supposed to call everyone to let them know. We were never called, and I know that for sure because I check every single missed call via caller id for my business. I left a scathing message for the bus company yesterday too, and they had better call me back this morning. I haven't decided what we are doing about bussing today. Sigh. She really enjoyed the bus and is excited about it, but with only 50 minutes for lunch, changing and getting to the swimming lessons if her bus is on time, I don't know if I can keep on taking the chances of it being so late.

A speech therapist is coming to evalute Vincent today. He's been improving, but not as much as I'd hoped. We are going through our county's birth to 3 programs, so this would only a few months of therapy if it's warranted, and it's home-based, play-based so I can see what they are doing and continue myself. We can stop at any time if we we decided we didn't want to do the therapy afterall.