Max is staying the night at his Aunt Jenn’s house– things are eerily quiet without him here. Max is always going, running, talking, playing, screaming, dancing, singing. He’s only still and quiet when he’s sleeping… and even though he would normally be asleep by now anyway, just not having him in the house feels strange. I miss him. Isn’t that weird? You’d think I’d be thrilled to have some silence. Khai and I got some good alone time in, and that has been nice; we don’t get much time for just the two of us.

I have so many projects that need attention. I need to consolidate and clean up my lists (I’m a chronic list-maker) so that something *might* get done. Maybe. Possibly.

My writings here are so infrequent lately, and when I do write, it seems that I don’t have anything of substance to write about. Part of the problem is that by the time I’m able to get online, I’ve already put in a 14 or 15 hour day with the boys and there isn’t much brainpower left. Putting them to bed exhausts any energy I’ve got left by the end of the day.

Time for some yoga and then some work on Katie’s new logo. The Brownie Fairy needs to pay me a visit. She should bring ice cream, too (well, soy ice cream… and the brownies should be made with spelt flour/soy milk/turbinado… I’m difficult that way).

I miss Max.

We woke up to snow this morning — the most snow I’ve seen since moving here in ‘98. Max got to go outside, all bundled up, and play in the snow for the first time. We made snow angels, snowballs, and a snowman. After we’d had our fun outside, we decided to come in for some hot cocoa. However, we got distracted and ended up playing with trains instead. We baked cookies (including a giant heart cookie for Daddy) and then spent the afternoon with Aunt Jenn. It was a good day.

Khai is growing up so quickly… he will be nine months old tomorrow. Seems impossible. I look forward to getting to know him better as he becomes more communicative, but I’m also all too aware that he’s my last baby and it’s hard to let that go without a little sadness.

Max told me this week that I am the best mommy in the whole world. :)

I am meloncholy this evening for no reason at all. I feel like working on an altered book, but am not really up to dragging out all of the necessary objects. Maybe I’ll just go to bed instead.