Seriously, though - we've been going through some lovely growing pains around here, ones that are very good for us, but make us feel somewhat "stretchy" nonetheless. I am 38 weeks pregnant (WHOA!), and though I don't expect the baby to come any day now, really, he or she should show up before Valentine's Day. We're not ready, though. No clothing has been washed, no bassinet prepared, no empty infant car seat riding around in the new-to-us car. Nope, I haven't even packed my bag. Denial, you say? Hmmm...perhaps. I'm arguing for busy, personally, but I'll consider denial. (Even though baby won't: the kicks are coming fast and furious. This little person needs me to wash some kind of clothing worthy of a trip home from the hospital, I think!)
A few other bits of news of note: The Runner got a terrific new job with some awesome people. Still doing the same day-to-day thing, but without the corporate BS he was slogging through before. AND...we hope it will eventually move us closer to the Atlantic Ocean, the general vicinity of which we consider home. I am so happy for him, too, especially because he is happy!
Christmas was fantastic here - it snowed on Christmas Eve; we enjoyed the vigil Mass; we celebrated the Feast of the Seven Fishes with dear friends; and the Runner and I watched the kiddos open a sick number of gifts (we blame the grandparents, mostly!) for several hours on Christmas morning while drinking lots of hot coffee. Our elf, Snickers, made it safely back to the North Pole for a much-needed respite from the Talker's frequent requests and pleas to tell Santa this or that. It's a good thing Snickers is home now, too, because he was running out of new places to sit and watch the family behave properly all day long.
It's a new year, so I'm hoping to write more - both here and over at my other, more "serious" blog: Intentional Family. We'll see if I can make good on that "resolution" or not.