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On a typical Sunday night, Alex and I talk briefly about the week ahead, and  thank each other for a nice weekend, whether it included house projects, time spent outside, or a bunch of errands. This Sunday, however, I kissed him goodnight and said, "This weekend kind of sucked. I love you, though."

The last two weeks have been less than stellar. Alex busted his knee skiing and is awaiting MRI results. We've been battling a flea "situation." I tweaked my back. And the Bean is most definitely teething, and therefore not sleeping well. Here's hoping February gets better. At least it's a short month!

The Bean on a counter.

The Bean reading Shakespeare.

The Bean in a fedora.

The Bean on an airbed.

The Bean visiting Grandma Nancy.