Deuces

Most mornings you come down the stairs, and trailing behind you is your "soft blanket". It is funny only because it is a queen size blanket- your favorite for the last year or so- and not a smaller, more managably-sized blanket. Sometimes you struggle and grunt. Sometimes you wrap up your babies in the blanket and take them down the stairs for the ride. If it is a cold morning, you will opt to call for me, instead.   I'll try to negotiate and call you to come down because going up the stairs to retrieve you can be an *awful lot of work for this 7 month pregnant woman.  But I always lose that battle. Eventually you ensure I come up to find you still wrapped in your soft blanket, waiting for me to hold your hand as we make way down the stairs (since I can no longer carry your 35 pound frame on top of the 25 extra pounds I'm carrying in my mid-section...) Usually you are naked or in another state of undress- sensible pajamas never being your thing.  From birth you would

It's the start of a New Year, and it makes me so incredibly happy. I don't put much credence into the start of a New Year.  It is no more or less special than the start of any new day that offers promise and hope, great weather and unexpected surprises.  Opportunities can come on any day, and it is perhaps just a coincidence that today, the first day of 2016, I feel especially excited by the great unknowns of this year. It has started with breakfast in bed- a treat from my husband who has been on staycation with me. It has been a morning of purging my phone of old messages and text streams because according to Jeanette they are why I can't download any more apps on my iPhone... Instead of reading through them and reminiscing, in one fell swoop I delete them.   There is no going back. I hold onto a few voicemails from 2013-2015 that I can't yet get rid of... Maybe tomorrow... I sit in my clean bedroom, alone, as I often do, and poring through a new book that Lloyd bought