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I was hoping for a mild winter this year, never even thought to hope for a mild Fall. This morning when Peter left for work it "felt" like 32° (in actuality it was 36°). It's only early October!! Last week it pretty much rained all week long. No sun, no warm temperatures. This week as cold as it's been, we do thankfully have the sun. That makes me happy.

It's been a crazy couple weeks - mostly good things keeping me busy. My son has been fun to play with and I've enjoyed watching him grow and learn new things. His newest achievement has be hitting his head when you say "duh". It's the cutest thing. I love the little things he does (handshakes, high-fives, kisses, hugs, saying "mum" or "Daddd" clapping for "more" or "please" - he really is so polite!).



Peter's birthday was last Saturday. I had this vision of us having a grand day just the three of us. Finally his birthday was on a weekend where he didn't have to go into work and spend the majority of the day sitting behind a desk. I was excited for him, he could just relax and have fun with his little family. To make a long story short, his birthday was not so grand. One of the reasons being, we both ended up getting pretty sick and were just exhausted for the rest of the week - it's been 6 days since that 12-hour flu?/food poisoning? and we're just now feeling our energy level rising. We're going out tonight - thanks Mom and Dad G!! and I'm hoping that we can just relax and celebrate Peter's birthday...and us. It's been awhile since we've had a successful date.

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