Sunday, January 26

Andrew and I started the day by taking Farrah on a long walk in Frick Park. The park looks so pretty in the snow. It's going to warm up this week and I'll be sorry when our January-long snow cover finally melts. 

The girls and I went to Shadyside this afternoon to shop at Francesca's, teen/tween heaven, because Lucia needed gifts for two birthdays and Greta needed a dress for an upcoming middle-school dance. Greta surprised me this morning by announcing that her new aesthetic is "cottagecore." She said she will be wearing light colors, floral prints, dresses, and skirts. For anyone who hasn't seen Greta in the past year, just know that this is a far cry from the all-black, dresses-are-banned, sweatpants-and-hoodie uniform she's been firmly attached to. She found two dresses she liked, both floral print with tiered skirts, on sale. I bought her both. (Tonight, when I said goodnight to her, she said, "I'd kiss you, but I just put on my Laneige." I think we're at the dawn of a new Greta era.)

Other activities of the day: I made a black bean and vegetable bake for the freezer; Andrew made baked ziti for dinner; Greta read a lot; and Lucia went with a friend to see some classmates' bands perform with their music school, then out to dinner in a big group. We squeezed in one episode of Lost.

I tried to ingest less news today. Instead I cooked (see above), read, and crocheted two bunnies. 

Finally it's the last week of January. Finally I'm in the week of treatment #2. Is it crazy to be so eager to get to another treatment? I just want to keep crossing them off. Keep moving forward. The three-week period between these two treatments has lasted one thousand years.