Two Months

Logan turned two months old today. Jason said that’s not good enough to sing “Happy Birthday.” Bah! He needs to learn it so he can sing it to me next week.

Logan fills his day with typical two-month-old activities: sleeping, nursing, pooing, smiling, crying.

We’ll be going to the doctor later on this week for some more official status updates like height and weight.

Meanwhile, elsewhere at the Camp – ah, who am I kidding? We all hang out in the same room all day. I have no idea what is going on “elsewhere.”

Actually I do know that it’s quite cold outside. And windy. The last few days have been some of the clearest and prettiest we’ve had in months, but apparently, that lack of cloud cover is exactly what’s making these days so cold. It’s supposed to warm up enough for some snow later on this week. We’ll see how that turns out.

You would think all this talk of cold and snow would extend that Christmastime spirit a little longer. Since I’ve moved down south, I usually spend the first week of January defending (albeit, mostly in my head) my continuing display of decked halls. It seems that most people here have the lights down and trees recycled before Dick Clark gets down to “one.” I, on the other hand, always thought a Christmas tree makes a great centerpiece for New Year’s festivities and January 6th was the end of the season. And I don’t know if it’s because we had our kisses and champaign and were in bed by 12:15am on New Years or if it’s because my Christmas tree lights were going on and off and then got really bright and scared me into unplugging the tree altogether, but I’m kinda ready to pack it all away. Actually, that’s probably because I know it’s going to take me two months to put it away.

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