The trees in our yard aren't really doing much. I expected more from the maples out front, but maybe they are just taking their time. Meanwhile the Ginko next door is dropping its berries. You may remember from last year what THAT means.
Daphne's quest to become a rock star continues. Yesterday while I was "making" dinner (HA! I reheated some leftover fusilli with chicken and vodka sauce...sprinkled on some bread crumbs and parmesan - Voila! Fusilli Surprise!*), Daphne came into the kitchen with her mic and serenaded me for about 20 minutes. It was so funny. She was making up some kind of song about wanting a lullaby for Christmas.
Last Saturday was the one year anniversary of our little family of three's first night together in Virginia. We did nothing to commemorate, as it was a miserable rainy cold day. Plus, we kinda forgot. I think probably what we should actually celebrate is the anniversary of the day we moved OUT of that first apartment in Herndon and moved INTO our house here in Leesburg. In spite of the ginko berries, that was a much happier day.
I can't believe we've been here a year. Wow.
Tonight, I am going to an event/meeting sponsored by a group called Bloggers For Good. Here is their website. I am looking forward to meeting some other bloggers there, and finding out more about the organization. If there is a way for all this blogging to do some good, I'm all for it. I'll let you know how it goes.
OK, breakfast time.
* I told Daphne the pasta was called fusilli. I said, "Isn't that a funny name?" She said, "No mommy, it's a silly name!" That's my corny little Peanut!