First of all, thanks for the paint suggestions. It is nice to have more choices to dither over. I like the idea of plum, and toasted marshmallow sounds both delicious and visually pleasing. Hopefully the paint consultant will help us narrow it down, because both Mike and I aren’t very good at picturing how things are going to look. Wow, that was a boring paragraph. Perhaps I can liven things up with some exclamation points. Further paint updates as they become available! Stay tuned!
The other morning while I was helping Ellie put on her coat, Zach figured out how to unroll the toilet paper. (Apparently you have to watch babies all the time?) He continues to be a cheerful, adorable menace to society. He has figured out how to climb up on the couch, but in spite of repeated lessons from both Mike and I, he has yet to figure out that the best and least injurious way to get off the couch is to slide off on his belly. (He much prefers to sit on the edge and accidentally tip off, or else dive head first from the front of the couch or the arm, in all cases to be caught midair by his mother, whose life is shortened by a few minutes every time this happens.) It seems to me that baby milestones should come in pairs, such that when a baby learns a skill he or she also learns how to perform that skill safely, but nobody consulted me when the plans were being drawn up. He also continues to bonk his head on the ground with somewhat alarming frequency. Earlier this evening we heard the usual *THUNK* sound coming from a few feet away, and Mike asked, as he scooped up a crying Zach and inspected his face, “Oh no, where did you bonk?” Ellie responded in an exasperated tone, “He bonked over THERE, on the floor, beside the table.”
We are only one month into winter, and so far we have had some sort of mutant virus that caused pneumonia (Zach), a double ear infection (Ellie), lingering cold symptoms (Mike), and a sinus infection (me). I am trying to distract myself from the despair I feel over winter in general with pleasant thoughts of Christmas, so I’ve been shopping and Mike has been decorating (we bought new Christmas lights, which Mike put up this morning on what ended up being a very unseasonally warm day). We took the kids to Mike’s company Christmas party, which was a fun time, although the man who played Santa (an employee who grows out his beard each year in order to fill this role) was greeted with a great deal of skepticism from Ellie, on account of he had a short beard, and not a “big huge beard” as per all of the photos and illustrations she’s seen of the big guy in red. She wasn’t upset, but remained HIGHLY SUSPICIOUS of the fraudulent Santa throughout the party and refused to take a photo with him. The other day she asked “What is God?” and “Where did my flu shot GO? I can’t see it anymore!” and “Do you think we should probably build a snowman?” so perhaps all of the thunking and couch-diving is a bit easier in some respects.