Ahhh, winter

Winter has finally arrived. The crisp cold, the huge, fluffy flakes, the plague. Yes, again. Or maybe still. I think our family size has officially reached that critical mass required to sustain permanent illness with no input needed from the outside world (not that we don't GET input from the outside world, as the children all interact with other disease carriers regularly). I used to think Target should set up a direct-deposit program just for me, but I've kicked that habit and now spend most of our disposable income at the pediatrician's. At least I don't bring home bags of new clutter to put away after each visit.

The twins are 7 months old today and abruptly seem like little people. They sit, they scoot (backwards only, but it's mobility), they seek out choking hazards with laser-like focus and intensity. My body is still destroyed but I no longer look 6 months pregnant, for which I am grateful. My brain is showing signs of activity, which is more of a pain in the ass, really, as I have no constructive avenue of output for mental exercise and no foundation of rest from which to develop such avenues. Saying little but "be quiet" and "blow your nose" all day is more grating when you actually want to have time/energy for deeper thoughts.

Since this is pure stream-of-consciousness, I'll note here that I just reread the 6th Harry Potter book. I really love that series, and I have a whole new set of opinions after this reading. I only read it once, and quickly, when it first came out, so this time I was able to think a little more about what was happening. I doubt anyone cares (or is even still reading), but my main conclusion is that I think Snape is actually still a good guy. You read it here.

Oh, good, girly needs a new diaper (she's currently in a snappi'd hand-dyed indian cotton flat diaper, folded with the origami fold, isn't that awesome?), which frees me from continuing to ramble and you from continuing to read.