I think the Februaries may be starting early this year. I'm already losing my mind and turning into some kind of cave witch. Unfortunately, a vacation doesn't appear to be in the cards because I just gave all my money to Intermountain Health Care in exchange for delivering my baby and breaking my bladder. It's amazing the rent they charge for those clear plastic shoe boxes the babies sleep in.
Other weighty winter thoughts:
I just discovered a reason to consider shaving my legs. Turns out if your leg hair gets too long it might get snagged in the fiber of your jeans somehow and then you will think a hobo spider crawled up your pants leg and bit your calf and now you are going to die and it's really too bad because you never did get that vacation. This could happen several times.
I'm trying to finish this infinity scarf before the winter is over. (Except I shouldn't worry because it will never, ever be over.) Isn't it pretty? It's 100% wool so I hope it doesn't turn out to be too warm to wear.
I could eat little Loki to pieces. He basically just waits for people to make eye contact so he can light up and try to express with his whole body just how delightful he finds whoever is looking at him. Last night I spent hours getting him to sleep and finally laid him down around 11:30pm, and of course 15 minutes later, just as I was falling asleep, he woke up and started crying. I got him up and began a stern lecture about his inconsiderate choices, but he just looked up at me and laughed and laughed as though this was the best moment we've ever shared, ever. And even though my back and shoulder were dying from holding him and I will probably walk like an orc forever, he was being so stinking cute that it kind of was.
|Cool dude. NOT cool dud.|
|With all the aunts and uncles and cousins he has, |
TDL gets birthday cake like once a week.
January, friends. January.