Have you ever picked up a calendar and flipped to your birthday month? I do, and I am usually disappointed. After poor February, November has the worst images. Its always abandoned barns, trees without leaves, wet, sad, faded leaves or really ugly cornucopias.
I really don't hate turning another year older. Its not the age, its the fact that another year has rolled by, and I am faced with how much I didn't accomplish. Winter is closing in, and there are only three more paychecks until Christmas.
Thankfully (yes, I still like celebrating Thanksgiving) we are now in December, one of the best months of the year. Sure, winter is still cold, but it just doesn't seem so bad for a few weeks. I am also thankful for a patient and supportive husband, a beautiful innocent baby and brain meds. Life keeps going and funks come and go.
So now that I got that out of my system, on to more exiting news. I hadn't realized until it was brought up at our Thanksgiving dinner, but I hadn't really announced that baby Daniel finally figured out crawling. He did this just after his first birthday and has been doing the army crawl and the worm all over the house.
Here is Daniel coming over to ask for a cookie:
