Cousins.

Eenie, Meenie, Minie and Moe.

  

      

Looth tooth.

I won't pretend this little event doesn't give me the willies. My worst nightmare (literal) is one where I lose my teeth. That said, this guy has been wiggly for a while so I knew the time was near. And this morning, - courtesy of a mischievous little brother, some string, and parental neglect - out it came. Uggghhhhh.

For reference... here's said tooth emerging 5 years ago.

Happy New Year.

People are still blogging, right? Surely, I haven't missed the bandwagon entirely?

Anyway. Happy 2013.

Resolution 1:  Stop the slow, yet persistent, degeneration of my brain cells.
Solution 1a:  Write, write, write, photos, photos, photos.
(Bonus Solution:  New York Times Crossword. Sunday edition.)

Resolution 2:  Move. Not like move house, but take some regular walks. Did you know that it's statistically proven that people gain 13lbs when they move to the suburbs? It's like being a college freshman all over again. Without the benefit of midnight pizzas and keg stands*.
Solution 2:  Go on a hike in 20°F weather in one of Colorado's beautiful state parks.

* Obviously you know that I've never, ever done a keg stand in my life.