HAPPY NEW YEAR

I ran six miles in six degrees today. I love being alone with my thoughts in bracing temperatures. It makes me feel alive. It reminds me that I'm more than a laundry folder and a bottle sterilizer.

POSSESSED

My baby boy wants to stand on his own, but his hips are possessed by Elvis.

BAD PARENTING MOMENT

Bad Parenting Moments, any experienced parent will tell you that a childhood is rife with them. I was waiting for our first B.P.M. when suddenly, it arrived. Moo rolled off the couch.

Our couch isn't terribly tall and he landed rather "neatly" on the floor. He hardly fussed, but boy howdy, I felt guilty. The funny thing is, The Steady and I were both in the room when it happened. It's not like we were drunk in the back yard shooting coons. Nope, I was about three feet from him on the computer, obsessing over Facebook. The Steady was about four feet away complaining about the weird looking pantyhose figure skaters always wear.

And then, thump. Evil Knievel looked like a WWF wrestler post body-slam. Had it been intentional, I would have praised him for his good form.