I know why I don't blog more in the winter. It's cold down here in the basement! Unless Greg has been down here and has had the heater on, it's not very comfortable sitting wrapped up in a blanket and typing. The thermometer says it's 63.4 degrees. Yes, if you know my husband, you're not surprised we have an electronic thermometer down here.

A couple of weeks ago, we took the girls to the doctor for their checkups--Allie's 5-year checkup and kindergarten physical and Julia's 18-month checkup. All went well, except that the doctor doesn't seem to have any helpful advice for us about Julia's biting.

Greg and I agree that she needs more words, so she can express her frustration. We both think Allie was talking more at this point, but I know Julia's going to come out with some elaborate sentences when she feels like it.

In the meantime, they're both fine--growing up fast. And Julia is still skinny and tall. Whose kid is she, anyway?

All I can say is that it's a darn good thing she's cute. I remind myself of that every time I look at my arm where I still have a red mark from when she took a nip almost two weeks ago. Little vampire---