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Last night Dave and I watched the third installment of the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy. It was the third time I've seen the movie. Despite having seen it twice before, I found myself once again hoping that Elizabeth would toss Will aside in favor of Jack Sparrow. He's far more interesting, not to mention dreamy, what with the professionally applied eyeliner and faux dreads ("freads" for short?). Alas, it was not meant to be.

Tuesday it was almost 70 here. After shrugging off the hint of anxiety over the world coming to an end that always accompanies late-Spring-like weather in early January, we headed to the park with Megan, Leo, Phoebe, and Otto. Henry rode his new tricycle. He also insisted Megan push him, which left me to enjoy a leisurely walk behind a stroller with a kid who was perfectly content to go along for the ride. Having the opportunity to briefly experience it all again from behind the cupholder of a Graco, let me just say, "Those were the days." After we got to the park, Megan chased after Henry while Leo and Otto got down and dirty in the mulch. After that I settled Leo into a swing and took advantage of his being trapped with nowhere to go by pinching his thighs and giving him eskimo kisses. If he cries whenever he sees a swing, now his parents know why. On the other hand, if he squeals with delight whenever he sees a swing, I think I'll just go ahead and take credit for that as well.

Two words I wish my kid didn't know how to say: "nebulizer", "McDonald's"

I'm very much against decorations for holidays showing up in stores two months before the actual holiday is supposed to occur, with the exception of Valentine's Day. January and February can be pretty bleak months and sometimes they need all the help they can get. I love seeing all the pink and red and hearts and roses everywhere.

Right now I hear a mug of hot apple cider and some quality time with a book calling my name.