Loving the chill in the Colorado air this morning. I swear it makes my chai taste better.
Reading The Plague by Albert Camus (in the bedroom), Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafron (in the living room), the most recent copy of The Week magazine (in the hallway), Vintage Cakes by Julie Richardson (in the kitchen), and — finally — both Ariel by Sylvia Plath and Easy to Love, Difficult to Discipline by Becky Baily (in the dining room). Yes, I know, it's crazy.
Watching the Presidential Debates on the DVR, as free time allows. Oh and Project Runway from a few weeks ago... five minutes at a time. I will eventually find out what happens. Don't tell me.
Sleeping next to a warm, snuggly 4-month-old in winter PJs is super cute but not always restful. Especially lately.
Eating loads of Honey Crisp apples and banana bread. Not at the same time. I'm also on a huge homemade hummus kick.
Thinking about whether I should just go ahead and buy that double stroller, even though little Plum won't be able to ride in it for another few months. I think I just want to buy something. Speaking of...
Buying another "fix" from StitchFix, due this week. I loved the surprises in the first box so much, even though I only kept a few of them.
Stressing over my 4-month-old's sleep regression and the ensuing tiredness I am feeling. And also about where I can get an aluminum-free deodorant that I won't need to reapply every five minutes due to the hormone cyclone that is me right now. Also, being stressed about stinking is directly adding to the stink, a vicious cycle I can't seem to stop.
Looking forward to taking a walk today because, even though I have to carry baby girl in a front pack, it's cool enough that I won't be super hot shuttling everyone around.
Enjoying a cuddle on the couch with Wilder as he drinks his milk.