Last week...
- I decided that from now on, when people ask me what I do, I will just say "I am a semi-professional snow pants and mittens launderer." Seriously, this winter of mud is getting a bit tiresome. Especially since when you send your kid to school on a farm, and they come home covered in mud, it is truly special stuff. And not in a way that smells good.
- Dan finished his last rotation of his third year of medical school. Medical school used to (and sometimes still does) feel like a permanent state of being, yet somehow the final year has arrived. I can't say that any part of me will be sorry when it's over for good.
- Mariam and I started reading a really unusual and very sweet little book. It's wonderful enough that I think it deserves the proper Library Monday treatment, so pop back in tomorrow for that.
- The baby had his two month check-up at the pedatrician. And, he is continuing to rock the 98th percentile for height. That's my boy.
- I was out running errands with the kiddos when I suddenly realized that I really and truly could not remember how old I was. I called Dan, who promptly reminded me that I recently turned 34, and hung up. He might have been more interested in the whole affair if it hadn't happened so many times before.
- Mariam brought home an owl pellet that she found outside at school on Friday. She thinks that it is the ultimate treasure and can't believe how lucky she is to have it.
And, as always, I am totally charmed by her persepective on the world.
