I wonder how we got here, already more than halfway through January. I hadn’t intended to stay quiet for so long, but right around Thanksgiving things went a bit haywire, and it’s taken us until this week to sort things out.
In no particular order, we, collectively as a family, had a bout of stomach flu, the winner of which, unquestionably, was Avi, who managed to smile despite having thrown up all over himself. We also spent about a month cleaning cat pee and sh*t off of everything, living in an apartment covered by heavy-duty tarp (to protect it from said things), shuttling in and out of pet hospitals, and spending a fortune on emergency surgery wherein our already-neutered male cat is now, technically, a lady. I’m deeply thankful for pet insurance.
In December, Andrew spent a week in Paris, doing all manners of important things at COP21, like interviewing this guy and witnessing some epic, historic sh*t while my mom kept me company here and hung out with Avi, and I raced to the finish line with some books I’m editing.
Speaking of Avi, I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that in a week, he’ll be one. I’m not one to get emotional and think, gosh I hope he stays a baby forever. Quite the opposite, I’m excited about him getting older. But I’m just in awe that we’ve been at this parenting thing for about a year now and while we’re far from perfect, I’m pleased to report that we do not suck at it.