Kids are getting older, we are getting older, and I’m not ok with it.

Seems like not that long ago my oldest was an 8 lbs, 3 oz football I could hold with one forearm and hand to bathe in the sink. Now she’s getting older, taller, smarter, and more resourceful and I’m nostalgic for the tiny lump of our first child that she was. Time is not sensitive to my discomfort. How rude.

We went climbing just the two of us today, which was very pleasant. We tackled a bunch of climbs today, but they weren’t too crazy hard. I need to bake cupcakes, and a cake today, plus wrap Christmas gifts, so I need the use of both hands, and super difficult climbs would wreck my dexterity. You gotta save some for the sequel! Don’cha know!?!

It’s a cold, blowy Saturday. I fully intend to stay home, and indoors for as much of the day as possible. Let me enter my hermit era unbothered.

Oh yeah, we sat down to watch the Hannah Waddingham Christmas special and it was lovely. Very theater kid friendly. Holiday spirit rather than holy Spirit of you catch my drift. Not so churchy. Bright, colourful, and high energy. Liked it a good deal. It was maybe 35 minutes long I think? Short and Sweet. No bloat. Also not at all saccharine, or syrupy. Crisp British taste through and through. Nicely executed.