January Thus Far

Despite our nine zillion parties in December, I am having trouble believing that Christmas has come and gone.  Without snow, it just doesn't feel real.  I gave up waiting to see my Christmas lights sparkling off of gleaming white snow and got everything put away shortly after New Year's.  I didn't want to be "those" neighbors.  Not that anyone would notice on my culdesac in Sugar Hood... we have quite the assortment of trees shoved on porches and upside down in dumpsters (next to couches of course) and more than a few strands of lights half up and half down.
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I am getting a cold tonight.  I don't really think it's fair.  I have a ton going on right now and I'm already having trouble keeping up.  I think I need to ask for a sickness exemption.  I get scared whenever I do that, because what if I get something worse next time and I used up my exemption.  However, I fully believe that the worst sickness imaginable is the one you have right now, so yeah... give me that exemption.
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River took his turning two very seriously and fully committed to the terrible twos.  He howls and wails, gnashes teeth and I'm pretty sure he is going to have multiple head wounds from throwing himself back on to any and every surface with no regard to how it makes me feel watching him smash his head on concrete.  He also is a big fan of time out.  I say, "River! Do you want to go to time out?" and he says, "Uh huh!" and runs to his time out chair with a happy smile on his face.  If this keeps up, I'm going to be the one smashing my head on concrete.
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Despite our daily battles, River always does at least one thing each day that I find incredibly charming.  Today it was him putting on deodorant after he saw me do it.  I tried to give it to him with the cap on, which he quickly removed and then rubbed white deodorant all over his belly.  Then he had to repeat the process with daddy's deodorant.  He looked so incredibly self assured and pleased with the outcome, I couldn't help but laugh. That is, until I tried to wipe off the flaky white mess all over his shirt and he threw his head back into the corner of the bathroom sink.  Geesh!
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Also, if you ever have to do fertility testing and they tell you to come in for a day three ultra sound, they don't mean the nice easy ultra sound on your belly.  Just thought I'd give you a heads up.