Tuesday, February 1, 2011
We're supposed to be glazed with ice by the afternoon, if we're not already. This is the part of winter I hate, when I can't walk outside for fear of slipping, sliding, falling and other disastrous dances with ice. It's a tango I can do without--especially with a baby in tow. He's swiftly becoming a well-padded, hefty-sort of baby, but still. So, I bake. Craft. Read. And climb the stairs of our 11-floor apartment building. I meet neighbors who spend the time gleefully checking out the babe strapped to my back, pinching his cheeks and marveling at his blue eyes. I look at these encounters as opportunities to speak a language that doesn't involve "A-goo"'s and raspberries--although I'm mastering the raspberries quite quickly. Amazingly, this blog is another outlet for me. When I can't escape the confines of my little apartment--at least I can say hello to you all here!
So, hello! Happy first day of February to you!