Ah, the Holidays. Let's be honest, I'm sooo glad that they are over. I'm not so glad that I kept forgetting my camera at every turn. Christmas day, visits from two out-of-state-er sisters and their adorable children, New years, all of the feasts, fun and activities. And I'm sorry, without pictures, I'm ready to move on instead of recapping the mayhem and exhaustion. Lets just say that a great time was had by all, Shareese didn't have even the slightest interest in festivities but did enjoy lots of attention, and William and I discovered that the gift thing just isn't as big a deal as it was when we were little.
Moving on.
As our Relief Society literacy specialist, I'm in charge of running a book group. The last couple of months I've handed out around ten books and had around two people show up at the meetings. Yesterday there were seven people at the meeting- and two didn't show simply because they had the date wrong. Maybe I'm not so bad at this after all. By the way, we read The Seven Wonders of Sassafras Springs, and everyone loved it. Anyone have and other good book group titles?
Will recently took the GRE and can now finish applying to graduate school. His test score was better than expected, cross your fingers for the acceptance letters! He's considering either a Human Resource degree, or Public Administration. I think whatever makes him happy and us some moolah will work- as long as it means I can travel permanently to a more agreeable climate eventually. After the past couple of snow storms, I think I've won him over to this way of thinking. One of our cars is still snowed-in on the side of the road.
Shareese is beginning to reach. She's at the stage where she's just starting to grab things and put them in her mouth. She often grabs my wrist when I'm changing her diaper. I guess she thinks I need both slobber and poop on my hands. (In case anyone has an uncontrollable desire to spend money for no coherent reason, I could really use hand sanitizer with a pump dispenser.) She's begun being amused by the toys that hang down from a rocker given to us by our aunt Sally and some other relatives. At first I wasn't so sure about it, but this rocker has turned out to be one of my favorite things.
