…..we’re at the end of this limbo land, this twilight zone, this week between X’mas and New Year. 

For my family, with the two girls’ birthdays sandwiching X’mas, the end of the year is an especially contemplative time for us.

Maya turned three two Sundays ago. This made me gooey with nostalgia and want another baby. I miss being pregnant. Most of all, I mourn the loss of chubby, squeezable thighs (the babies, the babies, not me). Zoe turned five yesterday. I can’t imagine how she can be more grown-up than she already is, my thoughtful, serene first child. 

For Maya’s big day, we went to “Peef, the Christmas Bear,” at the neighborhood children’s theater in Hopkins. Maya stayed awake through the whole thing, which is more than can be said for her mommy. For Zoe, it was “The Elves and the Shoemaker,” a riotous romp of a show at the Old Log Theater in Excelsior. Very fun, with the kids all dressed up in their holiday finery, holding the hands of doting grandparents. These are times when I’m glad we live in the Twin Cities. 

At work, the situation is surreal - the usually bustling newsroom is quiet. I call sources. They don’t call back. I’m desperate enough to root through the Brazen Careerist’s list of five things to do if you’re working between X’mas and New Year (Sleep at your desk? Eat rotting X’mas cookies? Hit on the cute sales rep on the next floor? Really, Penelope?)

I plot an escape somewhere warm, swooning over Mom101’s recent jaunt to a Caribbean Club Med. One can dream…

Happy new year, Cribsheeters. Peace and happiness to you and your family.

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