So the Groundhog yesterday predicted we'd have six more weeks of winter. Does he mean six more weeks of this faux-spring we've been having? I haven't worn a real coat since I don't know when.
On the one hand, it's been nice to not have to stress over have-I-bundled-up-the-baby-enough...on the other hand, I like winter (well, at least the brand we get in Memphis). I like fires and soup and tea and blankets and scarves and coats and the rare snow. It's been sort of unsettling to see nothing but 50s and 60s in the forecast these last few weeks in JANUARY. Even 68 and sunny this week! What, do we live in San Diego now? I don't get it.
Meanwhile, Juliette has been having some fun with her Daddy (he's had a less-busy week this week, which has been amazingggg).
Look at my girl flapping her arms in excitement, with her handsome Daddy. Bottom right, I spy an ankle sock and an Elvis bib (thanks, Carrie).
In some of these photos, she is wearing her friend Evangelin's grey skinny jeans. OHEMGEE