Year-to-date

So far this year I have...

Not forgotten to feed by dog once.  This is big, people.  I've even managed to do it before lunch every. single. day.  TRUTH!  AND WINNING! And today, I'm going to go buy him some fancy schmancy dog food to see if his incessant itching is due to a newly developed food allergy.  Because I'm trying desperately to salvage some of the affection I felt for him before baby came along.  I think if he liked Riley at all, I'd be much more interested in paying him attention.  But he doesn't.  He kinda growls at her, and always runs away.  So more often than not, I consider re-homing him, rather than buying him posh kibble.  But I'm trying.

I have heard this girl giggle approximately 3,208,434-and-not-enough-times already.
Kissed these cheeks as much as humanly possible while remembering to breathe.
Snuggled that sweet head probably 47 times.
She's not a snuggler, what can I say?
I am sure it has nothing to do with me smothering her with kisses.

Folded approximately 18 loads of laundry in 3 sittings.  I've been a piler-uper this year.  I get it washed, so in case of emergency, someone can run downstairs and find a matching pair of wool socks, because apparently its very important that wool socks that might, hypothetically be in work boots all day match.  Yes.  One should not wear unmatched wool socks, because if one does, then those socks will get washed separately from their mates, and then there will be even more reason to mismatch socks, and then the entire thing, because of entropy and the human condition and sin, will disintegrate into chaos and no socks will ever match ever again and then we'll have to throw them all away and buy new. - emphasis Handsome's.

So yeah, we've had the "socks talk" a few times, too.

Prepared and ran 37 different batches of data through my optimization model, read 7 new articles on Economic Development Impact, and prepared 10 assignments for Master's students who have emailed me 11 times.  I say this not because I think you care, but because it has been implied that I am not doing work.  Mostly by my mom.  Dear mom - I am doing work, too. ;)

Been there to witness when Riley hit her record high of 14 hours, 10 minutes, for the amount of time she slept overnight.  We usually hit about 12 1/2 hours, which is exactly what I prayed for.  Over dinner.  And lunch.  And before bed.  For 7 months of pregnancy.  I am, as you say, living the dream.  I know this.  I am appropriately grateful, I promise.

Attempted 2 'bouts of P90X3.  Which I really like.  And cannot yet finish.  But I'm doing Yoga today, so we'll see.

Ordered a bunch of things off of the internet, 'cause that's how I do.  Like fabulous cocoa that really does make all the difference, leather cow hide that is smooth like butta and shapes nicely into gorgeous purses, new jeans that may-or-may-not-fit and will thus cause me to be more motivated concerning the item above, and... oh, nail polish.  Pretty, pretty stuff, I tell you what.

Engaged in a scientific experiment involving the mechanics of a manicure.  I will share the results with you as soon as the study is done, I promise.  But if you want to see some in-process shots, you could check out my IG.

Started a crowd-funding thing for Nicole of Today Is My Favorite.  Pretty sure she still doesn't know.  She hasn't mentioned it, anyhow.  And we're at 10%, which is great!  And yet its still pretty far from the goal.  So if you want to share, please do!

Made some delicious-o stuff.  Like homemade nutella that Handsome decided did not qualify as a "sweet" and he was therefore allowed to eat it by the big spoonful.  And homemade maple sugar candies, which totally took me back to visiting my grandma when I was young and buying them by the disk.  And this beef-pot-pie whose crust I want to marry and put it in a little house right beside mine and keep it for always.  Unless that's weird, in which case, you should read that as: I like it a lot.  If you make it, double the recipe and make it as an actual pot-pie (crust on top  & bottom).  Trust me.

Aaaand... that's the year to date.  What are you up to?

<3 M.