We bundled up and went for a walk tonight. Avery is almost 3 months old and while she is finally too long for a lot of her newborn clothes now, she is still too skinny to fill out the 0-3 months. She's practically swimming in her little jacket and I had to roll up the sleeves! But at least she was warm!
I do love the cooler fall weather but I am soooooo depressed that winter is coming. I hate winter so much I can't even stand it. I think someday we need to move to a place that only gets occasional snow. Or none at all. I hate winter in Utah. It makes me sad just thinking about it.
After our walk, I was trying to fix dinner and managed to slice my thumb open on a can of corn. I knew it was going to happen as I tried to pry it open with the back of the spoon but I ignored my better judgment for some stupid corn. (Yes, I used a can opener first, but it left some parts attached.) It bled like crazy and I cried while Kyle tried to stop the bleeding and I told him I was going to die a bloody death or at the very least perhaps need stitches. (What? Me, dramatic?!?)
He assured me that neither was the case and bandaged me up and finished fixing dinner.
What a good husband.
And then I fell down the stairs.