February 2012
5 posts
She's Almost One.
And every day, it’s something new. Clapping her hands, teetering and tottering… throwing a more grown-up, mature brand of tantrum. She’ll hurl herself face down on the floor, spread eagle, and howl. Is it wrong that I have to turn my head and stifle giggles when this happens? I’m sorry, but if you saw it you’d laugh too. It’s really so hilarious and dramatic....
Runday Bloody Runday
I’m having trouble typing this post for two reasons: one, because my story is a little embarrassing, and two, because I have bloody injuries all over both my hands, and it hurts to type. Let’s back up, shall we? Yesterday I bolted out the door to go running while Vivi was sleeping (Daddy was on duty). The weather was perfect, and I had exactly an hour of light left in the day. I hauled ass...
Paranoia Will Destroy Ya
This morning I woke up at 5:15 or so, determined to get a workout in. As I groggily stepped out into the hallway, I could’ve sworn I detected the faintest smell of something burning.
My inner dialogue went something like this: Do I smell fire? Something smells fire-ish. Oh God. What if… I sniffed up. I nearly fell down the stairs trying to sniff down. I did a peripheral sniff—all around. I...
