January brought its “A” game this year. It’s normally my least favorite month of the year; I’m over the snow and cold by month’s end, someone in the house almost always gets sick, and it just feels like it goes on forever. The bright spot exception is my very best good friend Laura Ann’s birthday, and I forgot it this year. Go home, January! You’re drunk!
I haven’t posted much this month, everyone’s so busy in December. But here, in a nutshell, was our holiday season.
I took way too many Christmas card photos. Like, about 1,000 photos.
We took Hannah to Atlantic Farms on Saturday, just like last year, to get a pumpkin and visit the petting zoo. We stopped at Hinck’s next door for lunch first; it wasn’t as crowded as last year, and still insanely delicious. Confession: we may have gone at least once over the summer to get a turkey dinner fix. Who can just save it for the holidays?
Last Saturday we went apple picking at Battleview Orchards. We stopped for hot donuts and cider first, then headed to the fields. This was Hannah’s first real outing as a walker, and it was pretty fun.
Sometimes when Hannah is having a tough day, either because her teeth are bothering her, she’s decided to boycott naps, or it’s just really hard to be little, she can wear us out. Last week was that kind of a week. I finished with my job on Tuesday, so I’ve been a little drained and scattered emotionally anyway. Her canines have officially started coming in just a week or two after the pain subsided from her first molars (all her teeth come in 4′s). I know this because the doctor confirmed the news at her 15 month well visit last Wednesday. She had a fabulous checkup that day, he is impressed with her progress in physical therapy and feeding therapy (have I mentioned those? Another post), she got her chicken pox and MMR shots…and then threw up all over the shopping cart when we went to the grocery store right afterwards. I was fully briefed on potential rashes and pox breakouts a week after the shots, but I was not prepared for the potent mix of foreign stuff in her little body and the hysteria that the doctor’s office now brings out in her. She was happy at the store, and totally fine 5 seconds after it happened, but I had to struggle with a cart, baby, and grocery store floor just covered in barf. I would have had a nervous breakdown right then and there were it not for a truly decent female store employee who brought us a new cart, wet paper towels, and a trash bag for all the dirty clothes. She was my superhero of the day, and I told customer service so. And this was just on our first day back together full time.