my little desk

We had an extra laptop, so I set up a little workstation, on a little desk in the front room.

ocean size

L is now 11 weeks old as of yesterday. He is making a ton of noises, I like to say that he’s already talking, just in incomplete words. He laughs and smiles, and recognizes me when I come home from work.

We’re reading him basic books, because why not? Apparently kids at this age can see a few colors. We have a black/white/red book filled with fish and cow pictures, and he focuses on them intently. It’s fascinating to watch. My mother read books to me at a young age, and I was reading before kindergarten age. So who knows?

It’s been great to watch new things happen on a daily basis. We’re generally around to witness everything. One day he’ll just do something for the first time, that he didn’t do the day before. Yesterday he started focusing on the dangling things on his mobile and batting them around with his hand.

He’s gained a good amount of weight, and is starting to look like a real little person. Looking back at older photos, I’m amazed at how tiny he was.

gone

E is on her way back to the vet to have Liz euthanized. I didn’t want to be a part of it. I said my goodbyes two nights ago and it’s too sad to confront.

I had her at the vet all day yesterday to confirm that she was in renal failure, as I mentioned here would happen. It happened. In the past 48 hours, she has regurgitated blood a few times and become even more weak. I thought I was going to have her euthanized yesterday, but I at least waited on bloodwork to come back to be sure that what I knew was happening was actually happening.

Above is my favorite photo of her, post-bath.

back

We are back from New York and Connecticut, where we spent our Christmastime. Despite the many oddball and bad things that happened, the time we got to spend with our families outweighed everything. We miss them more than we have realized.

We got a few feet of snow while we were there, over the course of a week or so. It was in the low teens, and nice and crisp, just like I remember it.

On the way home we got trapped on the runway in a snowstorm, and missed our connecting flight. We spent New Year’s Eve night in a hotel room in sunny downtown Detroit.

I’ve always loved the airport’s tunnel. I had seen photos of it before, finally saw it once in 2005, and now E and L have seen it. We both remarked how odd it is that something so beautiful could exist in Detroit.