- We’ve spent the last two weeks being sick. First there was the puke bug, and now a nasty cold, that is in circulation through the whole house. We’re just one deplorable ray of sunshine around here.
- Rowan is a whiz at numbers. In the past week he has learned to recognize numbers 1-9 by sight. He can point to a number and say its name. He loves to count, and will assign any item that is more than one, a number. It’s usually the number 2, but if you count with him, he’ll get it right. Most of the time I encourage this, but when he wants to do things like count how many seeds are in the bird feeder, it gets a little annoying.
- Tomorrow would have been my seventh anniversary with my ex. I’m handling it better than I thought. I guess I realize how much better we are apart. I’m thriving, and have realized how capable and strong I am. While I will always look back on our good times together with fondness, I have found peace and happiness in my life as a single woman.
- My good friend Melissa is coming to visit us next week. We used to work together when I lived on Cape Cod. She was *gasp* my supervisor, but first and foremost, my friend. Such a good friend, in fact, when I returned from a trip to Ecuador, she and my sister did this to my bedroom:
I didn’t take pictures of the tin-foiled underwear, socks, and other random items. I was still unwrapping things a week later.
Not to mention how they were dressed when they picked me up at the airport. They even had the security guards in on it!
And now I will die for posting that picture….