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Yeesh, am I grumpy right now.

I'm grumpy because my blog is broken - a week of posts gone, and comments are all messed up, like TEAR MY HEART OUT, TYPEPAD, WHY DON'T YOU? And despite the fact that I've ignored this problem for over twenty four hours, it is STILL NOT FIXED. Can you imagine?

But I'm also grumpy because - well, remember last week when I wrote that post about my kids being different colors, and how my boys are beautiful brown, and my girl is all pink and pale? I would link to it, but IT IS GONE. Anyhow, to revisit that theme, I've frequently commented on what a jerk I am about sunscreen. As in, I have always been pretty careful to get it onto the boys, and then I totally forget about my own skin when HELLO, I am the white one here. The boys have never had a sunburn (wait, not true, I think Tre actually got a burn last summer), whereas I blister. All the stinking time.

Well it turns out that Sophia, being also pale skinned? ALSO BURNS. I discovered this when she was only a few months old and I took her to Max's ball game, and by the end of it, she was bright red. AND WE HAD BEEN IN THE SHADE. Dappled shade, as it turns out, is not strictly the same thing as shade. She actually got a tiny little blister and when I saw that I died about seventeen times.

So since then I've been very very careful with her. She wears her silly hat - oh, wait! I have a picture!

Gratuitous, I know. Hush. She's cute. How much do I wish I'd cut that tag off right now?

BACK to the point, I make her wear her sun hat, I bought ridiculous sun block that is chemical free and made from ground-up fairy wings so it won't hurt her skin. As a side benefit, it's also a pain in the neck to use. And whenever I take her outside, I spend all my time hustling her from shade to shade, flinging myself bodily between her and the sun whenever necessary. The child will never synthesize ANY vitamin D if I have anything to say about it.

So today we went berry picking. We met my friend Amy and her kids, and together we did our best to strip all of Colorado of its raspberries and strawberries. If there are any left in the state, it is not our fault. And the whole time we were outside, I did my uber-attractive keep-the-baby-out-of-the-sun dance. Do you know why? Because I am SMART. I am TEACHABLE. I am...

Look, I'm going to put a picture after the fold, because it's an awful picture, in every way, but it shows you the point I'm trying to make.