First came Noah’s birthday, and now we’re a week into December, with Santa visits and vacations and thoughts of holly jolly gift giving and commercialism at it’s finest.  I was really hoping November would slow down and be for relaxing.  Perhaps it did, but I was completely oblivious to it since I was immersed in Twilight obsession for a good two weeks.  Ask Jon, I was mentally unreachable, drowned in the pages of fantasyland, trapped between my pajamas and the couch corner with sleepless nights causing a wealth of baggy eyes and mindless days.  But now that’s over, I’m back, ready to approach the new year with a slew of meaningful resolutions, with clarity of thought at the top of my list and…well, let me dwell on what comes after that for a couple more weeks.  Like I said, clarity of thought is at the top of my list. And with everything that swells my calendar, who knows if I’ll ever get around to item number one.

For Noah, life is life, day in, day out.  Rigidly routine, just the way he likes it.

For Jon, I’ll let him speak for himself.