Forward March

The H man is napping and even though I'm super tired I purposefully stayed up so that I could be productive. Instead I find myself snuggling my gassy baby (note to self, don't eat black beans) and mourning the fact that my sister flew home yesterday.

Usually by about mid February I start to get wanderlust, but I find myself feeling it very early this year. Probably because even getting to the store sounds like a full days work. It's like 10 degrees outside, and it would mean bundling up and hauling around a toddler and newborn who can only go out after being nursed, changed, possibly outfit change, the oh wait...another diaper change, then maybe I should nurse again to have more time out, now darn it what did I do with my keys? I just want to gather my three guys, and go somewhere warm letting Henry be barefoot and play in the sand, and my lilly white legs can see the light of day.

I'll have to settle for the fact that it's the weekend, and I get to be cozy warm inside with my guys.

I.M.