Otherwise, not much to report this chilly winter week, it's been pretty "same old same old", and that's not a complaint. I'm enjoying this calm, peaceful period, soaking up A's last month of only child status and trying not to notice how my waddle is more pronounced each and every day. We had a snuggly pajama day yesterday since A and I were both feeling a little "meh". We hit up the Chick-fil-a drive through for lunch, A in the backseat giggling at himself in footy jammies and me up front in pajama pants hoping and praying we wouldn't get rear ended because I'd have to get out of the car without a speck of makeup and in my pajamas at noon. We cuddled on the couch to watch Elmo, took a long winter's nap, read books in bed. This morning, out of milk and eggs and cat food, we trekked over to Target and the Mister cried when he felt the winter wind in his face, dashing my hopes of him carrying on the family Sioux tradition. If the boy can't handle 20 degree wind chills, he certainly won't tolerate hiking down University Ave. in white out blizzard conditions with a -52 degree wind chill. Oh, well. UT will just have to do. Or USC. I'm not picky.
After today's three hour (heavenly) nap ... happy boy, nutty hair:
It may be time for that first professional haircut.