We are feeling the winter blahs here pretty hard. Hazel and I got out once or twice only to be driven in again by the 10 degree weather we've been having. Today was horrible; I could feel the frozen air seeping into the house through window cracks and electrical sockets. I put Hazel in fleece jams and I stayed all covered up too. I hate, hate this weather. It makes me stir-crazy and non-productive. Hazel is seriously cutting a tooth – that thing is ready to blow, but still hasn't reared its sharp little white nub – and today had a little teething fever, poor girl. She gets all cuddly and sleepy-eyed when she doesn't feel well, which (I know it's wrong) I kind of enjoy just a tad. I mean, she's so squirmy and restless and hyper most of the time, so I kind of enjoy just holding her and feeling her weight on my lap. I don't like that she feels poorly, though.