Monday.

We're home today (go figure). I've got the flu, or something other kind of ailment that makes EVERYTHING. HURT. It's kind of a bummer to not have anyone to call in sick to, but so it goes. I guess I'm a mom.

This week - we go to Utah. A last minute trip that Q & I just booked, with Mike making a 6-day-weekend out of Martin Luther King Day + a client meeting that happens to be in SLC next week. I'll just be there for a few days, but we're excited to introduce our little babe to more friends + my sister Elizabeth.

Although! The forecast is threatening a potentially massive snow storm in New York on Wednesday, the day of our planned departure. We don't really need any more snowstorms (or travel disruptions) in these parts. So. Maybe we won't go to Utah this week. We'll see.

Quinn is grabbing things now. Toys. Fingers. His hands. My hair. It's fun, except the hair part (it's already falling out without him pulling it out).