Clearly I need to do another NaBloPoMo...
...because I haven't been writing much here, have I? I'd like to say there's a reason for that, but there really isn't. Habits are formed, and habits are broken.
Holly officially transitioned this week from two naps a day to one. We tried going down to one nap a few weeks ago, but she was clearly not ready for it. It's funny, Henry was such an even-keeled baby/toddler that there was never any indication that he needed a nap, so his naps were strictly by the clock: if it was 10AM, down he went; if it was 2PM, down he went again. Holly, on the other hand, makes it very clear she needs a nap because she starts running around, trying to get into as much trouble as possible as quickly as possible. When I find myself tearing out my hair trying to keep after her, that's usually an indication that she's totally tuckered and is running on pure mischief. If I hadn't gone back to two naps a day for those few weeks, I'm fairly certain our house wouldn't be standing anymore.
Since it hasn't been a particularly sunny January, by about four o'clock in the afternoon, I have a hard time convincing myself I'm warm, despite what the thermostat says. That's what comes from either being out in, or gazing out at, a snowy landscape. My favorite moment each day is, after getting the kids in bed, going downstairs and putting on two presents I received for Christmas. One is a pair of very pink, very fuzzy Hello Kitty pajama pants courtesy of Dave's parents, and the other is an equally pink, equally fuzzy Hello Kitty bathrobe that my Aunt got me. Does my family know me, or what? There's one thing you can't be when blanketed in fuzzy, pink Hello Kitty anything, and that's cold. It's almost as good as being snuggled under the covers. I'm a very cozy girl right now.