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The Perfect Storm

I’ve decided that vacations should be three weeks long.

The first week should be spent in travel and augmented with rich food, swilling conversations and good company.  IMG_5438

The second week should be spent detoxifying.  Running the laundry, re-stocking the pantry, re energizing.

The third week should be spent in respite.  Watching the icicles form on your eaves, admiring the golden brown locks on your baby’s head, realizing that you both really like baba ganoush & cornbread for lunch.

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This last week has been an unexpected bonus week.  The blizzard and incredibly low temperatures have kept us indoors as much as possible and away from our normal work, errands, and routine.  It has been wonderful.

The indoor track has provided an energy burning outlet (to keep us from scaling the walls) and the new space heaters have been running almost continuously.  I’m not ready for this dynamic to change really anytime soon.

 

Holiday Wrap-Up

Well, a little late, but better late than never, right?

Our holidays were filled with much love and joy.  Just the way we like ’em
From finding out It’s A Girl!

To celebrating two Christmases, plus our own little family one.

(one of MG’s many baby-related Christmas gifts.  Think she’ll still want to change diapers when Mayby comes?)

(who knew Elmo was so mulit-functional)

(our good little traveler)

To a “blizzard” of meager proportions (I kind of expected a blizzard to be more Laura Ingalls Wilder meets The Long Winter.  But I guess I’m glad it didn’t inhibit us from safely taking off on our travels the following day.)

(our apologies for the outfit, MG.)

(and for not being able to stop laughing at you)

(but you sure modeled it well)

(she wanted to help Daddy shovel the driveway :))

(following in his footsteps)

(snow!)

(love them)

To a New Year’s Eve celebration that got us home and in bed by 11pm (for the first time in years!  I can’t remember the last time I didn’t stay up until midnight to ring in the New Year).  But I guess this is just a sign that “we are getting old” as we were giddy with excitement to go to bed early.

Although, I do have to say, the local fireworks woke me up at midnight, so I did officially get to ring in 2013 right on cue: with N sleeping peacefully beside me, MG warm and cozy in her bed, and baby girl sweetly kicking her excitement.  I can’t think of a better way end to our year!