Sitting with Milo. Typing with right hand. Heavy head in the crook of my left elbow. Em was talking in her sleep a moment ago, but didn’t wake.
Attempted a sledding excursion today. Not a nice wind chill. Neither was there any sun to help out. Em was excited but pooped out early. Made our way down the alley, to the soccer field at the Christian school, and back, Milo dangling in the Baby Bjorn. Highlight was running into Emily, getting to see her new haircut.
Listening to Jazz ODC on the radio. Kitchen still smells like samosas. Preschool day tomorrow. Em’s cough much better. Really should go to bed.
Milo looked up at me just now. The smile he gave melted me. His eyes are so wise. His hair is growing in thicker. Makes him look like more of a boy than a baby.
