I'm really digging my 30th year.

It's the best yet.

Is this the peak? Will I spend the rest of my life longing for this time? There's a lot of pressure to fully appreciate how much I have right now, how lucky I am, and how rich my life is. Like, if I don't appreciate what I have enough or take advantage of this golden time, it will be taken away from me. So, there's a good way to glass-is-half-empty the situation.

Nothing to say

Even when I had a tiny baby, I never was up at 2:00am. But apparently I can sleep with an infant better than I can sleep without my man. Nathaniel's been in NYC for 5 days. And I am not sleeping on the couch. The bed doesn't even have sheets on it. I'm having a blast with the girls, the house is cleaner than it's been in a while, I threw a party and cooked dinner from scratch for everyone, but I'm spiraling out of control once the girls are asleep. Obviously, since I'm writing this blog entry.

Here's what I got at the Swap Shop today:

2 little soy sauce cups, blue

"Cinderella" golden book (which it turns out we already have)

about 1/5 of a roll of Christmas paper

a fake apple for the girls' grocery cart

a super-cute duckie soap dispenser

What I didn't get:

A couple nice wool pillows

An ugly flowery three-legged stool that Maddie says, "is just my size!"

A bunch of Christmas porcelain crappolas