December 17, 2003 | Santa

Today was relatively uneventful. Seems like a trend these days. I stayed in until 2pm expecting a call from a friend who had suggested we get together today, but never heard from her. Probably for the best, as Leah is still sick and in a very pissy mood. She's so amusing too watch, as she is beginning to express emotions, all of which are too funny, especially those of anger and frustration. She is very animated. She has also come to realize that sleep is a choice, and this morning she fought it so hard, that she finally fell asleep in her jolly jumper, with her head in the tray.

I did the Martha Stewart thing, and continued my Christmas cookie baking, which was a complete disaster. The green tea shortbread sounded so much more exciting than it tasted. I worry that one of Leah's first words will be the "F" word. I so have to learn to control my swearing, which would surprise those who know me. I don't have a foul mouth in public, but when my cookies stick to the non-stick pan, or the shortbread burns, the words come too freely.

Sometimes I find it so hard to believe I have switched from picking out pantone swatch colours to picking out what my baby is going to wear today. I'm loving the parenting, but desperately missing the design work.

Andrew's teaching position was confirmed today. Goodie.

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