Just wanted to say I KNEW IT!!! I knew that this, our last winter up here in PA, was going to be ugly. We have already had several days with flurries and then BAM yesterday we get our first snowstorm. In the first week of December. I was so hoping to get out of here without a crazy winter, but oh well.
In other news, Layla is doing very well. She is slowly working up her nerve to let go of the couch, our legs, etc. and stand on her own. She is stable enough but doesn't quite have enough courage yet.
Only two weeks until we are back in FL for the holidays and less than one week until we find out where Daniel will be doing his residency.
Tonight I am looking out of an eighth floor hotel room window over the Rittenhouse area of Philadelphia. Daniel has the clinical skills portion of step 2 of the boards tomorrow, so Layla and I tagged along to enjoy the city. I LOVE cities for some inexplicable reason. In fact as soon as we neared downtown and I caught the first glimpse of a skyscraper I got so excited! Daniel cannot understand why just being in a city, doing nothing excites me- but it does. I guess there are two types of people- those who love the crowded streets, ridiculously tall buildings, and taxis stopping in the middle of the lane and those who think these things are all just fire hazards and accidents waiting to happen.
Which are you and what city do you love (or especially despise)?
Well, well, well look who finally posted! I wonder if anyone out there even bothers to check here anymore?
Right now Layla and I are in Texas visiting Daniel and are returning "home" to Gainesville tomorrow. Sure hope that our flights tomorrow go better than the flight here when Layla's ears didn't pop. Imagine two solid hours of intense screaming and flailing about- thankfully the people around me on the plane were very understanding. One nice lady even found us in the baggage claim and told Daniel I should get a medal. I wonder what such medal should look like?
The next few weeks are action packed: The whole fam (minus AAC
) will be gathering in G-ville this weekend to celebrate a brief homecoming
and a very important anniversary
; then we have a family wedding and a fun-filled weekend in the Destin area. Can't wait!
True love is...
...freezing your toucas off at 630 in the morning to scrape and de-snow your wife's car, in addition to your own, in 5 degree weather just in case she wants to go somewhere later in the day.
...waking from a near-dead sleep at midnight after being up since 530a to comfort your hormonal wife, who is presently crying because her breath smells bad (or some other such trivial matter).
...going with your sweetie to the grocery store (even though it's crowded and you would rather be dragged through the snowy streets tethered to an 18-wheeler) just because she wants company.
...saying "You look beautiful"--and meaning it.
What does true love mean to you and yours?
Although that Lamm guy wrote this song about writing a song and being up at the wee hours I have decided it also applies to pregnant people who can NEVER sleep and are also constantly looking at the clock in the wee hours. We went to our first childbirth class today and all I can say about that is that on one of the videos we watched a woman and her husband were "so excited about the early stage of labor" because it brought them closer together. "We took naps together and went on hikes," says the (smug-looking) husband. HIKES?!?!?!?!? I mean I know the early part is usually not painful yet but hiking, seriously? No thanks give me a cushy bed and a good book or a rousing game of cards.
Any moms out there care to share if they went hiking during early labor?