This morning, we were reading the NYTimes online while I did Alice's hair. She saw an ad for Continental Airlines (there was no picture of an airplane in the ad, it was just the blue logo) and said to me, "Mama, I fly on airplane that one." And she was right, we flew to Houston for Christmas on Continental.
Which is my segue to my apology for not getting caught up by the end of january. We lost our momentum for both house stuff and blogging. So my room remained unpaionted and unshelved. Alice's room is slowly getting to shelves, and the blog . . .
We are onto a new bedtime routine, and it is working. So fingers crossed . . .
In other news, please send word to the universe or gods of your choice for Abuelo, who is ill with pneumonia and in the hospital.
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