I hate January. And it's a deep and burning hatred.
I really love outdoor exercise. And by "exercise" I mean pushing my double stroller through the neighborhood. No running or hiking or any of that mess. I like to get out, take a walk, and get some fresh air while spying on my neighbors. Yesterday it warmed up to a balmy 52 degrees -- which felt like we were residing in the tropics after the past few days. So I put jackets on Kyan and Karis and the three of us headed out for a stroll around the neighborhood. Real talk: it is absolutely amazing what a little (windy) fresh air can do for your mood.
Here's a look at our week:
Sunday 1/8:
Monday 1/9:
Holy crap, I love this kid.
The doctor asked him, "How old are you man?"
Kyan - "I'm three! And my Mommy is 31!"
Thanks, Dude.
Tuesday 1/10:
Wednesday 1/11:
Thursday 1/12:
Friday 1/13:
Another Kyan-ism:
The boys were playing in the play are at CFA with two or three other boys. I heard Jaidan, "Let's play a game! It's called No Girls Allowed!" They played a little longer and I walked over to check on Karis who was playing close to them. A little boy said, "It's a girl!" Kyan said, "That's not a girl. That's just my Mommy."
Saturday 1/14: