My little pandemic baby in her cowboys boots. She is almost 11 months old and is not so little anymore. She was born on April 6th in the height of the first lockdown. She knows most of family members from FaceTime calls. I think at this point she thinks people live inside the iPad screen. Every time after a call she tries to flip the iPad and see where is that person hiding. Makes me sad.
March 3, 2021
I am still in the same house, but my office space has been rearranged quite a bit. I had to move out two of the bookcases to make room for an additional litter box. The house and garage are a disaster since we had to rearrange workspaces to accommodate working from home adults and schooling from home children. I mentally cringe every time I walk through - it is incredibly messy and disorganized. One of the things I am looking forward to doing is hiring someone to come in and do a really deep clean of all the spaces and organize everything. I've set money aside specifically for that purpose and I'm excited to get it done at some point. I'm sick of this space, after a year+ of spending the bulk of my time living in it.
April 2, 2021