Most days I am never really sure where the day goes. It just kind of slips away and then suddenly it's time for baths and stories and bed. I do know that unless it's naptime I don't sit down much. We have all been taking turns getting the spring flu. I am on my feet again but without much energy. Yesterday afternoon I did convince Cate that we SHOULD go for a walk with Henry. She protested energetically until suddenly she was so excited to go. Welcome to my life. I am still not used to Jane walking around. It's pretty much the sweetest thing ever. I am so proud of my 18-month-old walker! Isn't that slightly ridiculous?
Yesterday morning I had planned to vacuum the house but it just sounded like so much work so we had a dance party in costume. Dance parties, to Cate, means spreading out a very specific blanket that my sister made her and running in a circle around it – all set to music. Sometimes Rody the horse is invited. Sometimes not.
On St. Patrick's Day I was pretty sick but got it together enough to make green milk and open a box of Lucky Charms. The girls loved everything about it:
What else? Telfer and I are trying to find a time to go see the Hunger Games movie, along with the rest of the world. If my appetite comes back maybe even combine a movie with Indian food, my new date-night standard of excellence. I read Death Comes to Pemberley by P.D. James this week. I adored. My favorite mystery writer writes a post-Pride & Prejudice murder-mystery? I am there! Loved! Also looking forward to Mad Men on Sunday night. I am going to make Telfer rewatch a few of the episodes from last season to get us in the mood. Love that show. It's like watching a novel.