Sunday, February 7, 2010


Our weather, that is.  This week it got cold enough to give us a rare hoarfrost.

Then warm enough to walk, for the first time ever, without the stroller's WeatherShield.  

I'm not complaining or anything, just noticing.  My man is envious of the snow they're getting back east.  Ours is pathetic: just enough for a smooth, quiet ski; but just barely.  

:: We've been noticing how CHUBBY her face is getting!


  1. What an adorable little chunkster!!! Someone likes boobie...Sorry about your back. That is terrible. We're getting lots of disgusting snow here in the great flyover, but it's gross and just gets in the way, since there is no scenery to ski on or near.

  2. PS My name means the Schuman Without Qualities, like the book by Robert Musil I "love" but somehow have never read past page 500 of.

  3. Hey! The only literary reference to Quality I'm familiar with is zen and the which case, you're doing yourself a huge disservice. Unless you took a taoist approach, then you're likening yourself to God. God, good to hear from you!


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