We're home from spending an excellent Thanksgiving with my family (and Squid!) around Chi-town. We've been home for a week ... and I am still doing laundry! I wave my wimpy dryer sheet at the dragon of a laundry pile bidding it to retreat into the abyss...
Alas... we accummulate more!
On a related note, when am I going to feel like I am really moved in? All my boxes are unpacked, but I still feel like we're transients. Maybe the perpetual mess has something to do with it. Ah, to tame that beast would require more self-mastery and creativity on my part!
I put Raeford down for his morning nap; he's now on a nice napping schedule: he goes down at 10am and 2pm like clockwork every day. Naps flew out the window at Thanksgiving, there were too many people admiring him to think about sleeping, so it's been nice to be home and get him back to his routine.
I miss family, though. I wished we lived closer. I'm sure that they wish that, too. We're going to Colorado for Christmas to visit Mr. Graff's family. Gosh, I love them, and I am glad for another break--it's been a long year and now I understand why vacations are so important.
But, for now, I am back whip my proverbial sword at the skulking monster of clothes lying in my kitchen. Maybe I'll be more prepared when we go home for Christmas.
Or maybe not.
Here's my sleeping baby... Hooray for morning naps (and hula dancing)!
How did he get holes in his toes?
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