I’m having that fun problem this week, the one where I have broken reading glasses and a headache. A headache from the reading. Without the glasses. Because they’re broken. Yes. That one.

I seem to have this problem rather a lot, but it has not yet occurred to me to buy a backup pair of glasses. Or, well, I guess it’s occurred to me now, hasn’t it, but since I haven’t actually done it, I’m pretty much in the same boat I was in five minutes ago. Is anyone even following me on this one? I’m thinking not. My head hurts. Moving on then!

We have managed to miss two playdates so far this week. My Mommy License is going to be revoked if I’m not careful here. Really, though, only one was my fault (because of the rain—er, because it was raining and I’m a wimp); the other one was canceled due to germs (theirs), and I’m really okay with that.

The end result seems to be that we’re spending plenty of time at home just watching Sadie do cute baby stuff. Which is fine, because she’s been expanding her repertoire. She has, for example, begun to suspect that her arms may be good for more than just thumb sucking. She now spends many of her waking moments clutching one hand with the other and studying them both—and when she’s not doing that, she’s busy perfecting her Disco Baby moves. (Fling that arm up! And out! To the side! And down! And up! And down! Hmm, that kinda sounds like Baby Jazzercise. But trust me, it looks like disco.)

Also, unrelated to any of that: Have you noticed that it is still February? This month seems to be going on forever.

My head hurts.