saturday serious about toast muffin of the week (strawberry peach) the queen dragging the hostage outside sunday hot sauce bump around the house nap
Time has been flying away from me. We started a bit of work on what will be the 'kids' room. It's early, especially since no one is actually moving in there until the fall (it will mean the end of our guest room and both my mother and cousin will come to stay once the baby arrives). I'm consumed with this project though, and itching to get as much completed as possible so that I can devote the spring and summer to gardening and camping. I'm sure we'll have so much else going on that we won't get things completed as early as I hope, but I'm enjoying dreaming up ideas and schedules.
The baby is moving more these days, wriggles and flutters and all much lower than I remember from the last pregnancy. When I hit twenty weeks, the chart compared her size to a 'banana' and for some reason that made me laugh. I keep picturing a banana in my belly, which seems simultaneously tiny and huge.
We've started making muffins (doughnuts to Little Smith) every week. He loves them and enjoys helping measure and stir and make messes. It's another way to fill these cold afternoons while we wait for buds to appear.
Little Smith is still happy with what's left of the snow. We took a family walk on Sunday and he actually walked the whole way by himself, stretched between the two of us and clasping each of our hands. Whenever he spotted a snow mound he would steer us all towards it and crush it beneath his boots. I told him that mama likes the green grass and the leaves on trees and the flowers... and he said 'I 'ike 'no mama'. He's a snow fan, just like his pop. I'm glad someone is enjoying these last moments of winter.