Monday.

Our Friday & Saturday were mellow. You know, Costco. Naps. Laundry. Our Sunday - we survived, just barely. We already know how I feel about church with a baby.

I made pot roast last night. Pioneer Woman's, which is really the yummiest I've made, & always makes me feel like I'm fulfilling - even magnifying! - my role as wife + mother. Except that last night, our meat required the use of a knife. A knife!! Pot roast! I took a few bites & tossed mine. It was an epic dinner fail, with dessert swooping in to save the total devastation (Kelsey's brownies - an extra half cup of chopped dark chocolate added for good measure - with fresh whipped cream & raspberries on top). I was just relieved that we'd invited our friendly over for dessert only. That was the best decision I've made in a long time.

Quinn is basically sleeping through the night - meaning, going 8 hours or so, waking up for some nourishment, & then going back to sleep for a few more. I feel like a human being! It's amazing. I still blame the pot roast fail on having a new baby (I can't really say he's new any more, but it's a perfectly convenient catch-all excuse), but still. We're getting sleep! He's happy. We're happy. It's a happy stage, & once again, I have my support team to thank. Team Get Baby Q To Sleep has finally found success, I think & I'm now trying to indoctrinate every new mother I know about the wonders of Baby Wise. 

We're getting more snow this week. 

YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME. 

That's all I have to say about that.

Do you like my fancy new header? Fancy meaning Paintbrush, thank you very much. I have a desperate desire to learn how to use Illustrator, but every time I try - I get tired. I need a snack. Quinn wakes up from a nap. My phone rings. It's a goal for 2011. Until then, we're a little simple around here, but I suppose that's the way I like it. Still - I have visions of all sorts of fun things I can create once I actually know how to use it! I can see it in my brain, but have absolutely no clue how to get it onto my computer screen. Frustrating. 

Mike is home this week (which is lovely) - & then off to a few stops in Europe next week. He asked if I wanted to come, & it hurt my heart to say no. London! I so badly want to go back to London. But not so much with a four month old baby, alone both ways. Does that make me a weenie? I think the answer is yes (I'm hearing the voice of my mother right now as she tells me how they traveled all over the planet with their seven kids without ever having any problems - although shutting down the Smithsonian because they lost their four year old - me! - probably counts as a problem). We plan on traveling with Q. I just don't think I'll do a red eye flight solo with him. Sigh.