The Hills are Alive

It's funny how the urge to blog comes in spurts. Two days in a row! Goodness! But today is just going to be lists, a la Julie Andrews:

A few of my favorite things

- Stacking a load of freshly laundered diapers in the baby's room
- Finding the Netflix envelopes in the mailbox
- Finding a magazine in the mailbox
- Painting the house while listening to talk radio
- Starting and finishing a quilt (I could do without the middle)
- Diet Coke with lime, fresh from the freezer
- Hot Pockets. mmm....
- Coming home from the library with a stack of books
- The minute the baby goes down for a nap and I know I have One Whole Hour to myself
- Cold weather and everything it entails- stews, sweaters, quilts, Christmas, pies...
- When people hang out at our house
- When Lazlo washes the dishes after people hang out at our house
- When Ramona walks in the room and Wren is so excited to see her she can't contain herself
- When Lazlo builds something rad and useful (like a gate) and is so effing proud of himself

When the Dog Bites

- Or in Ramona's case, throws up on the carpet
- Stepping on a sluggy/crusty banana chunk that fell off the highchair
- The new world of solid food baby poop. It's like A Bomb to H Bomb. They're both bad but one's a lot worse.
- Overdue library books. They sit around the house and judge you.
- Accidentally killing every plant I've ever touched.
- Teething. Can't we just buy her some dentures?
- Our yelly fighty alcoholic neighbors. Poor Carole and Charlie.
- Finding junkmail in the mailbox. We've never gotten so much. I fill up a garbage bag a week at least.
- L-O-N-G roadtrips with the baby, like the one we'll be taking in a month and a half. Ugh.

Lazlo is taking Hebrew now and it's so fun to relearn all those words and vowels and everything. I wish I'd never stopped taking classes. I wish my retention was for Semetic languages what it is for Jane Austen novels. Oh well.