Apparently I only like to post here A) about once a year and B) when we get a bajillion inches of snow.
Here’s a picture I took on Monday morning:
So now you know why I’m here. JR had Monday off for Presidents Day, and then school was closed for snow on Tuesday and Wednesday. They’re closed tomorrow as well, and since it’s only going to be about 3 degrees for the rest of the week, I think he and I will be likes peas-and-carrots until Monday morning.
(I love my child, I really do, and I’m grateful for the time with him. But I’m also grateful that bourbon is a thing that exists.)
Anyway, some updates…
I’m happy to report that Ross is still my husband. He brings me a cup of coffee in bed every morning and tells me I’m pretty/smell good every day, which is wonderful of him considering he’s been putting up with my crazy self for almost 12 years. I love and like him very much.
JR turned 6 in November. I’m still recovering.
He’s in kindergarten at our neighborhood school, and he’s doing well, especially now that he knows he doesn’t have to say every thought that pops into his head. His teacher is kind and smart and looks like a Disney princess. We think it’s going to be a great year.
JR loves video games, LEGO, and insisting that he can’t read even though he totally can. He also loves having long hair and doesn’t care that tucking it behind his ear would keep it out of his food. He still lets me kiss him goodbye at school drop-off and prefers for me to cuddle and sing him to sleep every night. I’m grateful for these gestures because I fear that days as the apple of his eye are numbered. That is ok and natural and sad.
I’m still working for our church. Currently two out of the three women in our office are pregnant. I am not one of them. I just make sure the kitchen is stocked with snacks that make neither of them want to throw up.
Running is still one of my favorite things, although an injury to my Achilles tendon last spring/summer and then various illnesses and crazy weather spells have made it hard to keep at it consistently. The Monument Avenue 10k is in a month, and I’m not sure if I’ll be ready. I am sure that I probably won’t die.
I read 35 books in 2014. My goal is to read 40 in 2015, and I’ve already made it up to 11. And yes, I’m counting the chapter books I read aloud to JR because, hey, books are books, dudes.
Shooter and Zapp, our two dogs, are still with us. Shooter is almost 12, and Zapp is 10…ish? Shooter’s eyes are getting cloudy and he’s either going deaf or becoming a real dick because he doesn’t respond to his most of the time we shout it at him. His old age has earned him the right to join us on the couch in the evenings. There he snores and passes gas in the way only a grumpy old dog can. He is still quite handsome. Zapp is still gorgeous and prancy and dumb and incredibly sweet. JR tolerates them most of the time and will occasionally assault them with bursts of affection.
That’s where we are now. I’d love to hear what you all are up to. Hopefully I’ll be back again soon.