Two weeks?

I think about blogging every day, I just don't do it very often apparently.

Not that this should be surprising; I'm not doing much of anything except getting by these last few weeks. The dishes continually threaten (it takes less than 24 hours to go from every single dish being clean to not having any clean plates, forks, knives, or kid-friendly bowls). The laundry sits in a pile in the living room unfolded for 5 or 6 days at a time. The kids need food and love and tickling.

And ring-around-the-rosy, apparently. Leo's first word? "Ashes, ashes". He can now also say, "we all fall". He gets so distracted by falling face first onto the couch that he hasn't yet tried to say, "down". It's really adorable, and a great way to cheer him up when he's sad.

This morning we hit the library, and the grocery store, and Wendy's for a dollar-menu trip. This afternoon I watched Project Runway, and ate fudge stripe cookies. I need to wash the dishes so we can eat dinner tonight. And ideally, if I get them done before the kids go to bed, I can have a little time to study German or play guitar.

The boys are sweet, as ever, but have runny noses and chapped lips and aren't sleeping as well as usual. In theory we should know whether or not Josh will be going for PhD interviews by mid-February. And I am majorly lacking in motivation to do anything but the bare minimum.