100 days: toddler holidays, a joy

sometimes an actual joy, sometimes a sarcastic joy

Y’all, I am hella ill. And you know it’s bad because I’m not sure I’ve ever used “hella” in a sentence, and now that I look at it, saying “hella ill” makes it sound like something cool. So allow me to rephrase: I am actually sick, and have been for a week at this point and I am - excuse me - hella over it. So this week I don’t have many reflections if only because my children in real current time are taxing me, my sinuses are taxing me, the government is taxing me, so coming up with coherent reflections on this set of days diaries is a step too far for my poor body and mind.

So, without preamble, here’s some reflections from a pregnant Christmas with an almost-3-year-old who was both trouble and adorable, as are all 3-year-olds, eh?