Selective Blindness update

Well, I'm doing pretty good at actually stopping to enjoy the season (and my kid), although the stomach flu didn't really help much. Maybe it did, as I was so incapacitated that all I could do was lay on the couch and read to Liza, the same four library books over and over and over again. Oh, and kick a balloon across the room so she could hop down from the couch, go get the balloon, spend 10 minutes trying to get herself and the balloon back on the couch, and repeating the whole thing, to shrieks of laughter. Good times.

I think the best part of the whole last two weeks was yesterday afternoon, when I was driving home from Lowe's and realized that it was 67 degrees and sunny ... in December. I immediately declared a new holiday - National "It's 67 Degrees Outside in December and God Will Strike You Down If You Don't Go To The Park" Day. I packed some sandwiches and snacky bits for Liza, stuffed my family in the car, and joined the flocks of people over at our town's big playground. We chased Liza around (mostly to keep her from going on the big kid equipment, which was teeming with, well, big kids), managed to get her to eat most of her dinner, and figured out exactly how far Jason could kick a miniature basketball. Nothing special, but definitely a nice change of pace from the non-stop cleaning that was the rest of Sunday. In the past I would have spent the whole day cleaning - the house DID need it - while looking resentfully at the nice weather outside. But I managed to stop that impulse before it took hold too far, and we had a nice afternoon instead of clean kitchen floors.

So, mom and dad, when you get here tonight, feel free to blame the sticky spots in the hallway on your granddaughter and global warming, not on me :)