May....or is it March?

I'm typing one-handed again. Here it is May 1st, and it's snowing. Is anyone concerned about this besides me? The temperature has risen to a scorching forty-four degrees outside but this morning when I got up it was thirty-seven. I remember back in the day, before global warming of course, when it was actually seventy and eighty degrees in May. I guess we still have the whole month ahead of us. It just isn't a very encouraging start.

Emma has been so good to sleep for about six hours every night and then go right back to sleep for a couple more hours after eating except for the past two nights. I don't know what happened but now she's sleeping for about five hours and then she wants to stay awake after that. I hope this doesn't become a habit. Actually, I really shouldn't complain because five hours is pretty good since Emma's only two months old. When I was dating Trevor I only got about five hours of sleep every night. It's amazing how little sleep you can live on when you're in love. If only I still had all that energy!

Well, I guess we're going to go pick up my bike, having faith that someday summer will come. Trevor got a new bike yesterday. I guess we did exactly what the government wanted us to do with our tax return check---WE SPENT IT!!!