On my Instagram:
On my playlist: I am really digging the new Killers track "Runaways" and "Madness" by Muse. Last night I stumbled upon this song. I haven't heard it in years! Now I feel like listening to the entire album.
On my plate: Apples, walnuts and cheese. Alexa and I love sharing this little snack. I'm into finger foods just like a toddler, apparently.
On my Kindle: I will tell you what's NOT on my Kindle: 1Q84. I finally finished it. You can read my review here. Now I'm onto Gone Girl. After that, I will put aside my Kindle for a little while and read a few books Sara lent me.
On my TV: Pretty Little Liars. Every time I get a text I cringe a little now. Also, I know I'm socially obligated to say this a guilty pleasure, but I don't believe in feeling guilty for liking something, whether it's "bad" or "good" according to critics. So, that's all to say that this show is a total pleasure for me.
On my wish list: A very big wish, indeed. The Cobble Hill Leslie by Kate Spade. Why must I have such expensive taste?
On my mind: We are trying to navigate this very tricky stage Alexa's going through. One second she is smiling and laughing, the next she is having a meltdown. We're trying to teach her how to express herself verbally, but as you can imagine, it's slow going. In general we are backing off and letting her finish her tantrums (unless it's in public, in which case we try to diffuse or distract). Still, H and I can't help but grow frustrated at times. Why must she pitch a fit before bath time every night? Why is getting dressed in the morning a fate worse than death? Sigh.
Trying not to think about Sept. 11 and the fact that the attacks 11 years ago still feel fresh in my mind. Alexa will not know anything about this day besides what we tell her and what she sees/reads on TV/books. It's a surreal feeling, this generation gap.