OK, ’tis snowing. NOW you can show me the news anchors and how deep it is and how bad the road conditions are. I’ll watch from my couch, where I’ll be loafing around the house today. Wait a minute – that was my dreamy, not-quite-yet awake self talking. I’ll be chasing my daughter around the house, catching up on some cleaning, putting up my Christmas decorations, and hopefully even getting a crack at playing with some J2EE.
Month: December 2002
Awaiting Snow
Our local area’s under some sort of snow advisory. We are advised that it’s going to snow. A lot. Judging by the hype on the news, an awful lot. Every news anchor that they can find, they’ve stuck outside with a microphone to tell us if it’s snowing yet where they are. I don’t care if it’s snowing where they are. I don’t even really care if it’s snowing where I am. I’ll care in the morning whether I have to shovel my car out from a lot of snow or a little snow, and I’ll care if it’s still snowing then and expected to snow more, but I don’t care if it snows while I sleep. I do feel bad for the news anchors out there in the cold, though. Snowing or not, it’s freezing out there!
Yikes!
Baby puke. . . our first exposure to it was this morning. Smelly, nasty, all through her hair baby puke. The picture I should have gotten was her, being held by her Daddy who’d just unhappily discovered the night’s results. Her hair was sticking up and matted with bits of her dinner from the previous night and she positively reeked, but she had her normal morning wondrously happy to see us face. Funny, just to see the difference between her face and Daddy’s.
She seems fine. We think it was either the beginnings of the cold Jas and I both have, or that the turkey deli meat we gave her the previous evening _really_ didn’t agree with her. Either way, no further episodes, no fever, happy baby, and seriously cleaned crib sheets.