|Popcorn, eaten out of the dogs' bowls, natch.|
This week Tessa told Nekos, "Bye-bye, Dada," per usual, but then added this morsel of adorable: "I wanna kiss."
This week I cleaned vomit out of every crevasse of Tessa's car seat.
This week I found out that Tessa tested negative for the autoantibodies that might have made her a candidate to inherit her dad's Type 1 diabetes.
This week I chewed off all my fingernails after a two-month sojourn from nail-biting.
This week Nekos and I happily spent an obscene amount of money on Tessa's birthday outfit (still two months away).
This week my girl, who usually sleeps 12 hours straight without a peep, was up at least once a night, howling for milk and food and rocking chair loving.
This week Nekos and I completed the first season of Boardwalk Empire, which is so sex, drugs and rock and roll, but in the 1920s.
This week we found out Tessa had the makings of a double ear-infection, hence the late-night howling.
This week I wrote a short story.
This week I saw a four-month old little boy in a coffee shop who made my ovaries do cartwheel after cartwheel.
This week Tessa started saying hilariously long strings of, "Ok, Ok, alright, alright, OK, OK, alright, alright, Ok, Ok," which I suspect is what she so often hears me say wearily as she asks me for her umpteenth cup of milk.
This week I fell in love with my husband. For the ten-thousandth time.
This weekend we will take Tessa to the circus. For the first time.