It's a new dawn, it's a new day...

There is something so therapeutic about nursing a pot of oatmeal.  I'm beginning to love the first moments of the day.  You know, the fresh and early hours when the house has not yet begun to stir and you are keeping company with your thoughts, a cup of coffee, and stirring, stirring, stirring.

Thank you for your kind words and messages yesterday when I felt like I was in the thick of it in crazy-baby-land.  Today, Z slept for and hour, which is better than 30 minutes, so I will take it.  We got through the day with a grocery shop, Starbucks, a surprise trip to Arden at work, many snacks, and Zoey's favorite - jumping on the bed.  Tonight, as I settled in at home for the evening, the snow started to fall, peaceful and perfect.