I'm so tired.

Two weeks

Naomi Sweet, 6lbs 8 oz, 19.75", February 21 @ 4:18 am

and holding...

Nothing, nada, zilch

No news. I've been busy reading (Check out The Glass Castle, by Jeanette Wells, it's still haunting me at night) some good and not so good books, eating easter cream eggs, swimming, cleaning, staying away from the computer, and trying to convince Evelyn that ponytails don't hurt.

Tiggers are wonderful things

I'm feeling sentimental for a variety of reasons, and am listening to this.

Things I learned this Christmas

1. I suck at guitar hero.

2. It takes 3 hours to clean my entire house.

3. After a certain point, it really doesn't matter how much more chocolate your toddler ingests.

4. The tree CAN come down on the 26th.

5. The more the merrier.

6. We are very lucky for reasons too numerous to list.

Daddy....I want a puppy for Christmas.

Getting into the spirit of things

This, and of course, that.

Songs we hate to admit we love...

Are you going to tell me that you turn them off when they come on the radio?

Beth, by Kiss
All Out of Love, by Air Supply (I can actually play this one on the piano)
Total Eclispe of the Heart, by Bonnie Tyler
I Hate Myself for Loving You, by Joan Jett

Evelyn and her entourage

In all its glory...

Outside my Office Window

While reading 'Emperor Penguins'

Me: Then it's the male penguins turn to feast. They haven't eaten in months.
Evelyn: Why are they mail penguins? Are they 'livering the mail to everyone?

Artist at work