February is Coming. . .

Noteworthy Events of January 2008:
My 25th Birthday
Ben's 28th Birthday
Baby Davy's negative .25 Birthday
I officially retired all of my "normal person" jeans
I became even more part-time at school
I resolved to write more
Ben cleaned yet more nicotine goo from our bathroom ceiling (remnants of the previous owner's expansive smoking habits)
I successfully avoided laundry perhaps 4 times (something that is actually impossible)
I posted my actual weight on the world wide web for the first time in my life. 147 libras.
Without or without your consent, you are now caught up.

tubs

I found this picture on my computer. This was the tin tub that we took baths in until I was probably in junior high (it follows that this was what my parents bathed in for perhaps 10 years). I can remember the water hose that became too hot to touch when we filled it up. I remember the feeling of the cold tile on my feel when I would step out. I remember the clinking noises that the walls of the tub would make with our bath toys. And yes, I remember taking baths with Jay. . . barely.
Nostalgia is a funny thing. It takes all the hard edges off memories. I'm very much a fan of proper showers and instant hot water that can become instantly mixed with cold. I enjoy carpet under my feet and coffee within 5 minutes of waking up. I don't really miss huddling up close to the wood burning stove to thaw out our jeans on winter mornings. But I know I loved it. I even loved brushing the "daddy long leg" spiders off the twisted, knobby fire wood (the smell of the freshly cut pieces would always mean winter to me) stacked in uneasy rows in the wood shed. . .

6 months

This is me tonight. I'm not sure why I am standing by the clock. Perhaps because it is huge and round. like me! I am approximately six months along and feeling presently that May 9th is never ever going to get here and that sleeping with a pillow between my knees will become a permanent necessity. Alas.
I am however feeling great, attracting loads of attention at the YMCA when I heave myself and baby davy (aka. "cousin mica") onto the treadmill, and currently well fortified with folic acid.