Happy New Year!

So in review, we've had the following happen:

The Rooster joined our family in our bathroom after three hours of hard labor.

Eeny turned two, and threw himself with gusto into the Doings and Behaviors of the Two Year Old.

TheHusband got meningitis while my parents were out of the country, and all of our baby sitters had to work, and all of our other baby sitters were pregnant or had just had babies and no way in heck did I want to let them around our family while DH was that sick.

We had to re-home the dogs. TheHusband took over a month to recover fully from his illness, and I simply was incapable of caring for two large dogs and two small children and a slowly convalescing husband. He was very sad, but he understood.

I came out of the depression I'd been dealing with for some time (situational rather than clinical).

Eeny discovered The Wiggles.

I attended my first two births as a doula, and found my other calling (Motherhood being my first).

I turned 24.

I learned my friend C is moving to the area. Yay! :)

I experienced the generosity of what TheHusband no longer calls "binary friends" in my July Moms email loop providing a wonderful Christmas for us.

I learned that it is perfectly normal at the onset of winter to have at least one person in the family sick for two months straight. ::::hack::::cough::::choke::::sniff:::

Since we have, as my dad puts it, the dreaded lurgy the dreaded lurgy (British & Australian, humorous) --
an illness that is not serious but passes easily from person to person. "My throat is sore and my head hurts. I think I've caught the dreaded lurgy." We have been prevented from participating in New Year's festivities. That's actually okay, because our other option was to go to the house of friends who have two very large dogs who have no boundaries when it comes to small children, and our dear friends don't quite seem to get that it's not terribly cute or appropriate for a large Rottie/Lab mix to stick his nose two inches from Eeny's face. They hope to have a baby this year, and hopefully they'll understand when they have a human baby of their own.

My across the street neighbors suck. It sounds like the OK Corral out there. Happy New Year. Now please stop setting fire to small explosives--we're in the middle of a burn ban.


Welcome 2006!