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It gets a little quiet around here this time of month, every month, because I tell myself that until I post Ash’s monthly newsletter, I am not to blog about anything else. Time should be spent on writing that, not anything else. My mind gets fuzzy with details, because even in the six days it took me this time to write it, things had already changed. He started pluralizing things, for example. And today at dinner he said a very clear “cucumber.” That’s right, a three-syllable word. Today I asked him to sing me a song and he did, and then he laughed. Repeat ten times. Every time ending the song with a giggle. He didn’t do that yesterday.

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Clive did well for Valentine’s, a day I could literally not care less about. I bought him his favorite potato chips and a pound of bacon (bacon is something he only ever gets on special occasions) which he appreciated. He bought me chocolate (which confirms he has no idea how much candy I eat on a regular basis because I really don’t like chocolate much), and then for dinner, three of our favorite appetizer from an Indian restaurant. We’ve gone to this particular expensive restaurant a couple of times, and by far the best thing on the menu is a dish with flour wafers, chick peas and potatoes covered in a yogurt sauce, and so he got three of them. Perfect! I could eat that dish literally every day and not get tired of it.

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On Wednesday I try out a new hairdresser. I’m nervous. I love being able to tie my hair back in a ponytail and not have to worry about it, but now that I’m going to make the transition from SAHM to a working mother, I kind of feel like I should be putting some effort into how I look. It was three o’clock today before I took a shower and put on makeup. I love this girl’s hairdo on Project Runway Canada, and my hair is definitely the kind of hair you need for it (thick and wavy), but since I don’t really do bangs, I don’t know if I should go for it, or if I have the energy for the upkeep. You’d really have to see the show to see the hairdo in action, that picture doesn’t do it justice.

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On Friday, Clive and I are cashing in the downhill ski gift certificates I bought him for xmas and going skiing for the first time in about ten years. I haven’t gone since I was 18 years old, trying snowboarding for the first time and failing miserably. Side note: I have never been so sore in my entire life. I used muscles I’d never used before and spent a LOT of time on my bum. This time I’ll stick to what I know and hope that downhill skiing is like riding a bike.

A short anecdote: The first time I went skiing, my stepdad and his friend thought they could teach me how to ski by simply explaining it, not by demonstrating. I was 13. I started off down the bunny hill and they yelled after me “directions” on how to “snowplow” (slow down/stop) and I remember looking down at my skis knowing that they looked like how they were supposed to, but nothing was happening and I was not slowing down and I had no idea how to steer, OH, and GREAT, I was headed towards a big group of older teenagers.

I wasn’t able to star out of the way, nay, I snowplowed into about a dozen of them, knocking most of them over. It was completely humiliating.

That trip, and in the following years, there were the mishaps on the T-bar going up the hill with my sister (she and her boyfriend are going with us on Friday, and she has already said, “I can’t WAIT to go on the T-bar with you!”), blaming each other for not keeping it steady and then falling off, often taking the next people in line out along with us because we hadn’t been able to move every body part off of the path.

I once skied right into the woods, squatting down- trying to stop myself, and skied right over a large pipe that was sticking out of the snow, which firmly connected with my butt and left a black bruise for weeks. My brother hit a woman, full speed, wearing a red snowsuit and knocked her right over as we were coming off of the chairlift, and he was so scared that he just yelled for me to RUNNNNNNNN! and we quickly skied away, hoping that she was alright.

I just hope we come out of this trip unscathed, but I do plan on laughing my ass off all day long and enjoying some quality time with Clive. It doesn’t happen enough.

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On a completely random note, I was google image searching something for tomorrow’s entry, and came across this link. I just thought I’d share, just because of how bizarre it is. The little treasures that the internet holds…