The A-man and I just got in from a quick jaunt to the mailbox. I've never seen the neighborhood so freakishly still. Not a neighbor, a car, or even a stray cat in sight on this gray winter's day. I guess a wind chill of 22 in central Texas may be the explanation. But I find that if we don't at least get out for a walk around the block at some point during the day, I start to feel a wee bit clausterphobic. Plus, I had a hunch that our mailbox would be crammed full of cheery holiday cards. Anyway, it was chilly. Pink-cheek chilly. Wish I had some mittens chilly. And totally worth it- even if the neighbors were probably calling CPS on the irresponsible mommy dragging her poor defenseless baby out in the "arctic cold" to get her mail fix.....NINE cards awaited. Very cute cards- cute babies, cute doggies, cute newlyweds....a plethora of cuteness. A cuteness explosion. The crem de la cuteness. (Someone's had too much Diet Dew today to stave off the gray day sleepies, and may be writing this through a caffienated haze. Guess who.) I SWEAR- tomorrow is the day. The day I forge into the crowded PO, purchase the stamps, and get our own 5x7 slice of holiday happiness sent off to far flung cities across the US.
A's fantastic as ever. He did spit up all over my chin, neck and chest this morning, that wasn't so fantastic. But that's what I get for feeding him then immediately attempting "the airplane" in a lame attempt to entertain the baby while doing a few sit ups. My bad. He's got a full on giggle now, a sound SO instinctively happy that I tear up in adoration nearly ever time he does it. But A's a coy boy. We'll be playing and giggling and having a ball....then we attempt to get the giggle on film, and he takes one look at the camera and turns stoic. That's what happened last night when J and I tried to capture some of the fun to share. Not even a visit from his weird buddy Tickle Monster nor another round of Jingle Bells could shake loose one of those precious giggles. Watch and behold A's stage fright. (Apologies in advance for my singing "skills". "Skills" meaning...."sounds like a deranged, dying, irritating chipmunk".)
happy birthday jimbo
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