After months (and I do mean months) of considering getting out of bed when I actually wake up (around 4) I finally did it this morning. It was quite lovely. I actually used to choose to do this on a routine basis back before the boy. I'm not making any commitments, but would love to get back into the practice. We'll see...

In other exciting news--Bill's parents were here the week of Thanksgiving and gave us a tremendous jump start on a lovely remodel. Is that the word? Remodel? I don't know if that's the right word cause it sounds kind of fancy and we are definitely not fancy. We're finally, (finally, finally, finally) getting new flooring in our lower level. And it is nothing short of miraculous. We aren't carpet people. period. But we made due for a very, very, very long time. It was hideously disgusting so anything would have been better. When the carpet was being pulled up and we saw the white concrete underneath we were both like, "dang, we could've just lived w/ this till we could get something else." Yes, concrete would have been better. In one short sentence: young college males rented this home from the previous owner. Need I say more? Anyway, the flooring is in and it is like a soul has been gifted to our home. The floor glows. I forgot how hardwood (or in our case, laminate) glows. It's beautiful and warm and homey. We are now home. And it has stirred such an energy. We're going through everything and releasing belongings--nay--things. stuff. So clearing, and creating space, and bringing in new. Oh, it's amazing. I haven't felt this way in so long and I'm cherishing it plenty.

And! And we have for the first time in SEVEN years, a tree. A small little pre-lit number from Walmart along w/ some shatterproof ornaments that all hope to survive a toddler and naughty spirited cat. But, whatever, that's why we got cheap and plastic. The point is that the Christmas spirit has come. Even the music. Oh yeah baby. Bill is rolling his eyes and I'm laughing. Why not?

So in a nutshell, that is it. Hope. Yes, I think that's it.

Oh, and I have no idea what we're going to do about Christmas cards.  Asher is anti family pictures.  This is the closest we've gotten....hmmm...can we say, "almost two?"