A Cold, Cold Day

I've been a real vegetable all day. I think the below freezing temperatures have finally gotten to me. I even missed my day at the gym (I'll go tomorrow), but just couldn't face going out in the snow. Yes, it FINALLY snowed here. We only got a bit -- maybe an inch plus, but it's covered everything and looks so pretty. And now the temp is dropping yet again. My hands are cold, my feet are cold, my back hurts, and my knees are killing me! I want a warm beach!!!

So today I read blogs and made comments, wrote a long overdue letter, made a dent in the book I'm reading, The Hour I First Believed, by Wally Lamb, rested, and tended to the two fires we have going: one for comfort in our family room, the other out of necessity on our passive solar sun porch. (There has been no sun today and without the cast iron stove out there, we could hang meat).

The only big news is that the baby, now nine months old, has been standing and on Saturday took three steps toward Richard. I know this eclipses the Inauguration, but had to share it with you. I hope President-Elect Obama forgives me.


This is the first time she has been in her crib. She has been sleeping beside her mother in a portable one. I'm not sure she knows she is supposed to sleep in this new place, but she sure is enjoying it.


We'll blackmail her with this when she becomes a teenager. Surprisingly there's enough room in her little tub for her and all those toys. Are we absolutely, over-the-top, gaga about this baby? You betcha! Forgive me, everyone.