The weatherman (or, as Leah says, “weatherperson“) tells us the temp is going to drop something like 70 degrees by this evening. Seriously. That’s crazy. The threat of 45-mph winds and extreme cold (I even heard the word “blizzard” within the first hour of being at work) have already intimidated the local schools into closing two hours early.
Our car’s at the shop getting a new windshield today. That puppy cracked almost all the way across while Leah sat at an intersection the other evening. No obvious cause. Leah and glass just don’t mix. I think we now have something like three wine glasses left to our respective names out of an original total of about 12. And Leah doesn’t even drink wine! I’m going to start drinking out of a plastic cup. Let’s face it, the $5/bottle stuff I imbibe insults even the humblest glassware, anyway, so it’s time I got off my high horse.
ION, Ava cried for 30 minutes straight this morning because we wouldn’t let her have a piece of gum (she discovered it while digging through Leah’s purse and recognized it from our plane trip earlier in the month). Thirty f’in minutes. I love my daughter, but damn. She pretty much recovered by the time we got to daycare. The problem is (we think) that she’s been waking up at 5:30 sharp every morning since she spent the night at Gramary’s. It’s not Gramary’s fault, and it could just be a coincidence, but we have to try to figure out a way to get a couple more minutes of sleep out of this gal.