Just kidding! Just a poke to our friends and family whiling away the hours up north on some frozen tundra. Our weather has been very good actually, just a few cool days and cold nights. It will be humid and hot soon enough. So I don't mind some coldish weather right now.
We've been quite busy at 2 East 62nd Street, thus no blog lately. Matt and I have been working like little bees at our respective jobs... so that isn't very interesting! I guess the news of the day - and every day it seems is the economy. Luckily we are both in positions that are secure. There have been some manufacturing job layoffs in Savannah but for the most part the economy is steady here. Being the largest port on the East Coast makes it the least expensive place for HD to have their IDC. And the cpa firm I work for has a diversified regional and national business base so we haven't seen any decline so far.
Laurel had a bad tummy last week but is back at 100% plus strength now as you can see by the photos. She knows where her belly and her nose and her tongue and her eyes are located now. She likes to point out other bellies too, so watch out! Her official weight at 15 months was 19 lbs and height is 30". So her proportions haven't changed much! She is light but strong!
Thanks to Aunt Susie for babysitting last Saturday night! Matt and I saw 'Slumdog Millionaire' which was a very good movie. If you see this movie you will see what real, true poverty is like. You will also laugh and probably cry or at least well up. Like any really good movie, it takes you to a different place and through a whole range of emotions. We can't decide which was better this or 'Benjamin Button' - also a movie that lays out the whole range of human emotion. Both are excellent! Neither are for kids, though!
So stay warm - have a glass of wine, preferably by a fire and read a good book. Or a good poem. I'll offer my own small salute to winter, by my favorite poet, Robert Frost. Enjoy!
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-- Robert Frost