It's raining out. Or sleeting. Or slushing. Or snowing, possibly. The streets are more deserted now than when it was near-whiteout conditions yesterday. Only the occasional snowplow and the fire engine from next door are bothering to venture out.

That could be because it's still early for child-free folks (7ish) or because it's Saturday or because it's miserably yucky out.




Let's see, what news of May? Nothing terribly new. She's managed to master the art of putting crayon to paper and then moving it. Before she would watch us move the crayon and take it from us and then carefully and deliberately set it down on the paper and let go. Then she would put her face just a few centimeters from it and wait for it to move or something.

We're contemplating putting down a large plastic sheet and taking all her clothes off and letting her go at the paper with finger paints. But she really hates baths. So we're still thinking about it.

We've bought her a pair of boots for rainy days. They are, necessarily, vomitously cute. Sadly, the purple and pink lady bugs were the least awful of my choices (if I didn't want to add to her gender confusion). The jacket I bought is simply pale lilac. I really wanted the school bus yellow boots and jacket, but that has to wait until she's out of the "T" sizes.

I've got some cinnamon rolls rising right now. They will be finally risen and then baked in time for what I usually call "second breakfast." (I got into the habit of five or six meals a day when I was a diabetic pregnant woman. Now, with May, I try and feed her about that often.) Usually second breakfast is fruit or some carrots and hummus or something. And May will get those things today. But I'll get cinnamon rolls fresh from the oven.

It's good to be an adult.