Happy Happy Joy Joy
I woke this morning around 4:30 – it’s the first time that Tin starts rustling in his crib and once I hear him, I don’t go back to sleep. Which means that by nighttime, I’m falling on my face. We have a video monitor that we keep in the bathroom – it’s great to watch him get up and then put himself back to sleep. Of course, I’m looking at him right now and he’s supposed to be asleep and he is up then down.
I’m putting together a Christmas playlist to burn to a CD for our friends, whose house we are going to tonight to enjoy a traditional German goose dinner complete with a puppet show that her mother, in from Germany, will put on for the kids. Our contribution to the table is a pistachio tort – a recipe that our friends brought back from their wine trip to Italy, but which we found perfected in Marcella Hazan’s cookbook. We’re going to dress Tin up as Santa Claus again just because he looks so darn cute as Santa.
Christmas day we plan to head to the French Quarter – we’re hoping for a continuation of the beautiful weather, albeit it began to rain yesterday afternoon and it is supposed to get colder – by that I mean chilly, not midwest cold (THANK GOD).
Then we begin interviewing for nannies to come watch Tin starting February when we both will need to get some work done. It’s been a little challenging to juggle work, Tin, and everything else that requires attention like dogs – we came home to Wolfie’s back legs giving out on her and T is bringing her in today to hopefully get some relief for her. The garden is missing my touch. Forget about the hole in the ceiling in the kitchen – where the water came through for the third time!
It’s all good.