Some friends just had their baby, early, but healthy. I went through our newborn stuff to see if there was anything they could use, and couldn't believe that Sam ever fitted into these clothes. She is very long, already fitting into things that are for 18 months. I keep telling myself that her toes are at the end of the feet of her sleeper because the sleeper is on loan from Sue and they are shrunk from the washing. Yeah. I have no idea how long she is, really. She is solid, to me, although friends who have boys say she looks petite to them. Of course, their boys are candidates for the football team linebackers today, so it is all in the perspective. (sweet boys)

Sam is still sniffling, but the runny nose is getting better.

I was just stir crazy today. Sam woke up at 4:50 am. Really woke up, so I got up too, fed her breakfast let her run around a bit until she yawned, fed her a bottle and put her back to sleep at 6:30. She woke up again at 7:13 am (can you tell I have a digital alarm clock and the time was traumatic.) She wasn't screaming, but she was definitely awake. She was banging the crib side and jumping on the mattress. I was beside myself with lack of sleep, so I rolled over and slept for another hour. She seemed fine. She had her book open next to her, although at the point I went in she was lying on her back and kicking at the music buttons, trying to turn on the music.

She had a long nap this afternoon, woke up around 2:00. I fed her lunch and didn't have much planned for after that, so I called up a neighbor that I'd been talking to on-line and invited myself over for coffee. I think she was happy for the company, and I know it was nice for me to see a new face too. I had to get out!

I dreamt last night that I heard this banging in the other room, and then Sam walked through our door and said "Mommy, look, I'm walking!" It was creepy. I need some time to adjust! She isn't walking yet, but she is almost there.

I am a volunteer for the Smith Alumnae Club and the Boxer Angel Rescue Group. I interview prospective students for the Smith Admissions office as a SAC volunteer, and I interview prospective homes that want to own a rescue boxer. I can do this from my home via the phone, and I get to talk to people about two of my favorite topics. That should help with the stir crazies. I want to go out and romp with Ella, but I can't take Sam out into the yard in this cold. When is summer going to get here? Poor Sam sits and stares out the kitchen door at the snow. I can tell she wants to go for a hike where she can grab the trees and feel the air.