This picture of Marigold was taken at the park last week--it's one of my favorite pictures of her yet. And I love so many of them. Because, let's face it, she's flat out adorable.

Yesterday we walked to church—the first time ever! It’s really not that far away and there are no hills to intimidate us, but for convenience, just like the rest of the ward, we’ve been driving every Sunday. But it’s been on my mind a lot lately, as I’ve been thinking about how short trips are one of the biggest wastes of fuel and contributors to excess pollution and CO2 in the air. I just felt it was more responsible to walk. Not to mention, better for our health. So we walked. AND we made it to all three church meetings, something we haven’t done since Marigold was born. A wee bit of a marathon, I suppose, but we managed it fine. Apollo wore his kilt for St. Paddy’s day (even though he and his kilt are Scottish and St. Paddy’s day is Irish, but close enough, right?) and got loads of compliments. I though the little old ladies in the ward were the most impressed, but maybe that’s just because they said something. Chances are that the women my age thought Apollo & his knees were ravishingly sexy like I do, but didn’t want to let on and provoke jealousy and ire on all sides. Because, really, who can resist a good-looking man in a kilt? Nobody, that’s who.

Marigold’s been a lot more wakeful these days. We think it might have something to do with teething, but it’s sure flung me back into some more high-maintenance childcare; she was just getting to an age where she could amuse herself or stay occupied within my sight while I did something else. The other thing that might be throwing her is that we’ve been visiting some friends of Apollo’s (in town for their yearly skiing trip) every night this past week through Friday, putting her to “bed” at the condo they rented. Anyway, the plan sort of worked—put Marigold down when she’s tired, then go when she wakes up again—but I think it’s seriously messed with her routine. And routine is EVERYTHING when you’re trying to make life easier with an infant. Okay, the same goes for older kids and even husbands, but the point is, I think we derailed a lot of things by messing with ‘The Schedule’. I’m starting to feel a little sleep-deprived.