Snow Angel

For the last few days I have felt like I've been living in a snow globe. Jocelynne and I like to watch the flakes fall from the night sky, shimmering in the soft yellow light of the street lamps. We'll sit there entranced while the blanket on my car gets fluffier and our lawn disappears.

Jocelynne is a regular smiler now. There's something about a smile without teeth that is endearing. Maybe gums are more friendly than molars and canines. In the last week, it seems that she has found her voice. I love her cooing. It wasn't until Landon and I took her to a natural history lecture at BYU that I realized how loud she is .

I've managed to catch a monstrous cold and my female post-partum problems have been worsening. I am back to a limit of 5 minutes on my feet again, like I was 1 week after birthing the baby. On top of that, I awakened with a toothache so that I couldn't chew my granola. Near tears, I went back to bed and slept the morning away with Jocelynne. When Landon got home, I was sitting on a donut seat with a red nose and chapped upper lips, surrounded by spent tissues, rocking back and forth to distribute the sitting pressure.

Landon got called today to be young men's president in our ward. I have counselled him to reduce his projected class load for next semester. I have felt like a single parents sometimes this semester, and I want to see more of him next year.

A barrette has stayed in Jocelynne's hair for more than 2 hours for the first time in history. Becca would be pleased. She has a spiky whale spout shooting out of top of her head. The effect is somewhat less dramatic than it could be, as the rest of her hair sticks up all around it without any artificial enticement. The balding spot on the back of her head persists despite my attempts to position her on her sides. The problem is, no matter what position she's in, she has a habit of violently shaking her head back and forth before she falls asleep. I try to hold her head to reduce the friction to her delicate hairs, but she always gets her way in the end. Oh, well. She'll be sorry when she gets the baby mullett in a couple of months. Maybe that'll teach her.