My friend Pupipanu posted a comment on a Flickr photo of Matilda that pretty much sums it up.
"Dear Diary, The winter days are beginning to take their toll. The bleakness of my existence when I am not being pushed on a swing or sleeping with my head on my mother's head is not to be believed. If I told you of the depths of my despair when Sam was wearing my socks, you would weep for me, so great is my suffering. I dream of palm trees and pooping giraffes; they are my only comfort."
I'm thinking we're going to need to start looking at real estate in California as Matilda is clearly not a fan of the dreary. Plus she wants to be naked all the time and I'm worried about frostbite.
