9pm and i’m ready for bed. i’m pretty sure the girl is asleep. the boy fell asleep instantly, not two seconds after adorably saying “night night” and waving as i left the room. (please sleep all night, you. your cuteness will mean nothing, NOTHING!, at 3 am.)
tonight was curried carrot and ginger soup, as made by my beloved. it cures what ails on a blustery, cold night in austin. (a little rioja and dark chocolate with pomegranates didn’t hurt anything, either.)
my weekend was insulated by rain and wind and a little thunder. pots of french-pressed coffee. a cheap, oaky malbec. and h and i christmas shopped for our kids, together, for the first time ever, thanks to the indefatigable uncle g. (also: he took jude to see yo.gabba.gabba. live yesterday. alone. srsly.)
a milestone this weekend: mister zig got his first haircut, which lasted a whole five seconds and cost a whole ten dollars. (that’s two dollars per second, for those playing along at home.) no longer does he have snot-crusted bangs stuck in his nose; instead, he looks a lot like christopher robin.
a triptych of before and after:
and an instagram:
does he slay you with the sweetness like he slays me? squish goes my heart.
and with that, a goodnight.