In our little world, that means temps way below freezing (our Roadrunner thermometer was exactly at zero this morning) and a new view of the Sandia mountains. I've never seen them completely covered in snow before. (Those of you who are digging snow tunnels in order to get to that place where your car used to be parked but which now looks like a Titanic-sized iceburg, I hear your groans and I have to say that we moved to the Southwest precisely to escape moments like those you are currently experiencing. So allow me to grumble a bit at the 'extreme' weather here, because to most ABQ natives, this IS really extreme, ok?)
Meanwhile, local power grids are busting at capacity as we all up the thermostat and pray for spring. The irony of this does not escape me. However, all we can do is keep on keepin' on, and honestly we have been very preoccupied lately with something called molars. As in teeth. As in really really painful, large teeth that are causing lots of pain and consternation in this household as they attempt to make their way to this side of the gums. We are armed with loads of infant ibuprofen and lots and lots of biting (of mom, of sleeves, of book spines, of huge hunks of steak) and tongue-twisting to assist against the molar onslaught. Here she is demonstrating her tongue-waggling technique:
Somehow we've made it through the past eight teeth, and somehow we'll make it through the rest (although I don't have the heart to look up how many are left. When I see people smile, sometimes I can't help but think, dang, we have a LOT of teeth!)
Anika likes to show hers off, when she's in the mood. Say cheese!
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