Mulberry Street

Snow is falling all around, On the housetops, on the ground. Snow is falling on my nose,  On my head and hands and toes. Genevieve enjoyed the snow immensely.  She caught snowflakes on her tongue.  She hiked around, cleared snow off every reachable surface, and made snow angels.  Together we built our first snowman.  On the other hand, Emory disliked the snow.  He couldn't sit up in that purple snowsuit nor the snow.  He cried every time a snowflake touched his cheek.  Together we shared body warmth to ward off the cold. 

I miss Amber.  I missed Amber so much that I decided to crash her pad in L.A. and visit for the weekend.  It was way too short.  She told me about the nicest thing I ever did for her and it made me super happy.  I would do it all over again.  I'm glad I like Richie so much, because it makes our separation more bearable.  Well, more importantly, I'm glad Amber likes Richie so much, because her happiness means a lot to me.  If only they could move to DC...because my happiness is worth something too.  (Richie this not so subtle hint is directed at you ;) .) Santa Monica Pier We watched sailboats and seagulls on the pier.  We talked about our lives and recent holiday extravaganzas.  (Some stories are worth sharing over and over again.)  We people-watched and listened to random street performers.  It was nice just to sit together. The Getty We ate yummy sandwiches with fresh California avocados.  We sipped on Italia...

This is exactly how we are all feeling...right...now.  It is official.  All four of us have runny noes and sore throats and insomnia and bad attitudes.  Eric and I also have NyQuil-liquid hangovers too.  Argh.  I hate being sick.

You know what I am thankful for? Great friends to spend special occasions with, because they are more than just friends, they are like family. Well, maybe even better than family since we got to choose them and vice versa, so we know we like each other. Thanksgiving was spent with our great friends in MD.  We ate, we played, we watched football, and we ate some more.  Unfortunately I only snapped two photos the entire day.  Lame, I know. I don’t have an excuse either, except that we were so relaxed and full of delicious food that we rarely got off the couch. Christmas Eve was spent stuffing ourselves with various hors d'oeurves, decorating gingerbread houses, and writing letters to Santa. We learned that Santa has an express mail system – write your letter, take it outside and burn it, let the ashes float to the North Pole. Pretty flawless too, since the mailman can’t lose your letter. Genevieve asked for a doll with blonde hair. Only, since it...

I did it.  I blinked. And now my baby is a strapping young seven-month-old.   The pressure of keeping up with big sister finally got to Emory.  As a result he is trying his best to grow up faster than we want him to, a lthough it really tires him out.  He is such a great little boy. Within days of turning six months old, Emory cut two teeth (his bottom front teeth), began rolling over….and over….and over to get places (who knew the log roll was so effective as a form of transportation?), and found contentment in sitting up (surrounded by a ring of toys of course).      Emory will eat anything and spends most of his time in the high chair with his mouth wide open. He has tried sweet potatoes, bananas, avocados, and carrots. He’ll eat plain cereal, has never complained about formula, and can even hold up his own bottle (mostly). Basically, we have a boy on our hands and I am grateful Emory will spare me drama at the dinner table.  That ...