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I haven’t been posting nearly as much as I would like to. I just don’t have the urge right now. There is nothing really exciting going on, honest.

That’s not to say that things are boring, though. We definitely have things happen, just nothing blog-worthy, I guess you could say.

The days are very short. It gets dark around 4 PM here, which sucks like nobody’s business. However, the darkness hasn’t really been affecting me as much this year. I think it’s because I am not stuck in an office all day where I can’t see outside. That is always a recipe for a messed-up body rhythm and I don’t have that going on. Jillian and I try to go outside every day, even if we just stomp around the front yard a bit. I think this helps me a lot.

The fact that I don’t have a crappy job is also big help - it’s hard enough to deal with the chemical imbalances that this time of year brings. Dealing with a jackass boss and idiot co-workers doesn’t help. So it’s nice that the urge to strangle people doesn’t come up every half-hour like it used to.

We are doing just fine. Freddie’s job situation has become very interesting, but that’s all I can really say about that right now. My job situation is still up in the air. I’m looking, but I’m not killing myself over it. Starting my own company has been a lot of fun so far. As soon as the holidays are over, I am really going to knuckle down and get some shit done.

Jillian is in great form - she’s got a lot of words and is learning to put them together. She knows who I am now and no longer calls me Elmo. But when Elmo is on TV, she goes insane! She loooooooves Elmo. I can deal with that because hey - at least it’s not Barney.

See? Boring!

I’ve never been one of those girly-girls who are grossed out by the sight of blood or other icky things. Some bugs do creep me out, yes, but that’s because bugs are creepy. Duh.

Since becoming a parent, my tolerance for grossness has increased quite a bit. Snot, drool, poop, pee, vomit, and blood? No problem.

But.

I have found the one thing that makes me want to crawl out of my skin and die.

It’s not a bug.

It’s not even that unidentifiable moldy thing in the back of the fridge.

It is the mushy Cheerio. There is nothing on earth fouler than the mushy Cheerio.

As a rule, I am not a big fan of the breakfast cereal unless it is in some other form (see: Chex Mix, Chex Muddy Buddies, and Rice Krispie treats). I will occasionally eat Golden Grahams, but that happens about once every five years.

Cheerios, on the other hand, are a staple of my daughter’s diet. In fact, Cheerios are the only thing she will reliably eat. Everything else runs the risk of being flung, thrown, dropped over the side, or chewed up and spit out again.

So I do run across the occasional mushy Cheerio and every time, I have to stop myself from retching. It’s really that gross.

I made this!

And the baby wearing it!

Am having issues posting photos. Phooey.

My super-secret project is ready to be revealed.

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I cannot guarantee delivery in time for Xmas, but we will do our best to get it to you if you order by Saturday, Dec. 15. And there’s nothing wrong with a New Year’s gift, or a January 6th gift, right?

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I think I mentioned that I have a toddler now, right?

Did I also mention that this toddler seems to have PMS?

I really hope that she’s all pissed off because she’s getting sixteen teeth all at once. And possibly a slight cold, to match the one I have.

Jillian had her first temper tantrum the other day, complete with stomping feet and Peanuts-style open-mouth screaming.

It was hilarious the first time.

The other sixteen times since then? NOT SO HILARIOUS.

I woke up this morning and looked out of the bathroom window. “Hmm,” I thought. “Everything looks awfully bright but also somehow sort of grey.”

Beat.

“Oh. It snowed.”

I’m a genius in the morning, I tell you whut.