Good Morning and Happy New Year

Okay, I haven't thrown up in 23 hours. I went to bed within five minutes of the baby - that is to say, I was in bed by 9:30 - and I don't remember anything else until she started waking up at 2:30. That means I got five uninterrupted hours of gravol-induced sleep. (I took the gravol as a preventative measure before I went to bed. This time, it seems to have worked.) The baby was up on and off after that until about 5:00, when Piet actually rocked her back to sleep. Since then she's slept. So has he. I did until 7:30, but I wasn't tired anymore so I got up. I like that feeling.

I think this was the first New Year's since I was about 12 that I didn't stay up until midnight - though there were one or two at-home New Year's where I went to bed at 12:05. I don't regret it. I feel much better this morning.

Agenda for the day: eat little, drink lots of juice and stuff, see the in-laws, go to my mother's for dinner, probably avoid eating much of it. (Originally, summerfields were supposed to fly home out of Buffalo today, but since their flight was delayed by last week's snow, they're actually here until tomorrow now. I said yes to New Year's Day at my mom's because I thought they'd already be gone. Now they're still here, and we're in a bit of a bind. Not that I'm complaining of course - but I want to be able to see everyone without offending anyone. We'll see.)

I really should go down and get some juice, but I'm afraid going down the stairs will wake up the baby, and I don't want to do that. So I'll wait.

Happy New Year, everyone!

I've created a (shoes and socks) monster

Elizabeth was running away without socks on. She had a clean diaper, jeans, an undershirt, and a brand-new t-shirt that was a Christmas gift, but she didn't want socks. So I picked up Snowman and said, "On met des chaussettes à Snowman?"

Elizabeth, of course, was tickled all pink by this idea. I had to tell her that first we would put socks on her, then on Snowman. She consented to being socked, then held out Snowman. "Chaussettes Snowman?" she asked. "Oui, on met des chaussettes à Snowman," I told her. Within moments Snowman was wearing socks that have been too small for Elizabeth for a while now.

With Snowman appropriately dressed, it was Piglet's turn. Then Tigger's. At this point in time, every stuffed animal in her bedroom is wearing mismatched "chaussettes." Several are also wearing shoes. "Shoes snowman? Shoes snowman?"

I've created a monster.