I'm sorting out my seeds. Am I allowed to start my tomato plants yet? Not until April? At least I can start the begonias in March sometime.
I'm itching to get working in the garden this year. Yes, I will actually have a garden, so I have been promised. The sod-busting started last spring, but never got past the strip alongside the south wall of the house. It's a long, tedious task that should have been completed in the fall so the grass got a chance to rot, except I was either conveniently 12 months pregnant or taking care of a teeny, tiny newborn.
I wish I could have gotten the garden dug last year, I wanted to plant rubarb. Mmmm... strawberry rubarb pie....
I've finally got a few moments to myself for the first time in days (both girls are sleeping), and it's spooky how quiet my house is. Except for the pops, cracks, mysterious thumps (that's Floyd, who seems to have moved from my parents furnace to ours), the clopping of the clothes in the dryer in the basement, the soft signs of a sleeping baby on the monitor... I guess quiet is a relative thing.
We had our "intake report meeting" yesterday for Abby's ABA therapy. It was interesting; it helped quantify just how behind she really is. It's disheartening on one level, seeing in pretty graphs and pie charts, "yes, your child is different". But on one level, it was strangely satisfying and reassuring. I'm not crazy. There really is something different about my child. I have a pie chart to prove it.