Recurrently dreaming that I am far away from home and that my only mode of transportation is a bicycle. (I have had these dreams since Simon was born. A quick Google search indicates that dreaming of riding a bicycle may signify a desire for balace. I’ll buy that.)
Drinking iced Toddy. Yum.
Wondering if the pediatrician has a flag on Simon’s file: “Warning: Crazy first-time parents!”
Enjoying reading about the adventures of little Kate.
Writing a bio so that Jason can finally launch our Red Bicycle site.
Reading A Clash of Kings, by George R. R. Martin, Atonement, by Ian Mcewan, and The Devil in the White City, by Erik Larson. (I’ve been inspired by Rebecca to start reading more.)
Remembering that I still have in my trunk four bags full of shoes and jackets that need to go to the People’s City Mission. (Brookos, who has mad skillz in organizatiion started me on a decluttering kick that continues slowly but surely.)
Realizing that the two cookies I ate for breakfast aren’t going to hold me until lunch.
Deciding how many more cloth diapers to buy this month (while Milkworks has them on sale).
Loving that my little boy is a cuddler and that he’ll still take his morning nap in my arms.
Packing the diaper bag for a daytrip to Grandma and Grandpa Morehead’s.