So D and I went swimming today - my first time since June 3! We took E with us, using the seldom-touched car seat so we could take a taxi. At the pool, some batty lady accused me and D of moving her towels, or making them disappear, despite the fact that they were right there. Finally she listened to me (I kept saying, "Those are probably yours"), picked them up and stormed off. D finds psychos entertaining; I probably let them get to me too much.
The swim was good. My arms have gotten stronger from carrying E around. He'll be 7 weeks old on Wednesday, yet he's wearing 3-month onesies!