AJ's continuing to gain weight. He's up to 43.5. In addition, he lost that first tooth over the break. (He really lost it, in fact -- swallowed it. Kinda anticlimactic for the tooth fairy pillow, but he got his $2.00 nevertheless.) My Dad says that he looks taller. Maybe that whole big worry was just a blip on the screen.
Miraculously, I have NOT gained weight. Last night's Loaded Potato Soup and French Bread (and wine) dinner may have altered that conclusion, but maybe a few days of salads and not cleaning my plates can alleviate the damage. The Potato Soup is so darn good, though, and I do love soup in winter. AJ even ate some of his. Not much, but some. I told them, about that and about my Grandmother's Gumbo recipe, that they'd better get used to it, because these are foods that are not going away. "You will continue to see these in our home," I told them. (Sometimes I love the privilege of being the parent.)
Things are looking good for a nice start to this New Year. Last night DH and I recommitted to.... wine on Friday nights! While we were at it, I told him, well, we have to have wine on Monday nights, as well, and he agreed: Why not start and end the week this way? I am On Board! Hee hee. It's going to be a good 2013.
The only unfortunate thing is, I did wake up this morning to my 5:40 a.m. alarm and say, in my head, "This is going to suck." Ha, ha. I wish I wouldn't think like that! It must be so automatic, to do it when I'm barely even awake. I laughed at myself and tried to redirect my thoughts as I stumbled into the bathroom. "No, Self, this day is going to be fine. A day at work, doing good things. You can make coffee for Dad. There's love. Family. Kids. Breathe deep. Hot shower. It's fine. It's good."
It's seriously funny, the way I talk to myself.
Lunch at home with the kids and my parents today, on their last day of Christmas break. Should be nice and comforting. Wine tonight! And either the ND/Alabama game or Downton Abbey on TV. (I'm behind on Donwton, so I'll just be starting Season 2, on the DVD my parents are letting me borrow.)