ranunculus, chocolate milk, grapefruit, and sunshine my husband, master of the art of parenting while fully reclined me and my buddy, all day everyday trying to get out of the house the train the train! the queen nap strong little neck rolls clean plate (i know they are out of fashion, by my babes seem to love purees) dinner prep with my mom on speaker another day's end
We are all good and sick of the cold, except for James. I married the one true cheerleader for winter and he is working overtime to remind me of all of the various joys (skiing tops the list and we are planning on more of that for the weekend). Of course he also gets (gets?) to leave the house alone for 14 hours most days. For my part, I am baking and eating way too much, reading and doing puzzles and drawing with the kids, preparing endless snacks, nursing, singing, and doing my best to make the giant effort to get out of the house each day. I swear, parents in cold climates deserve some kind of consolation prize. It's all just such a hassle. The days of bare feet and t-shirts for everyone can't get here soon enough, but I'll settle for any temperatures that don't require a full snowsuit.
The kids get cuter together by the day. Little Smith is such a great big brother, and he knows it! He helps me constantly; entertaining the baby in the bouncer on the bathroom floor while I struggle to squeeze in a shower, bringing her toys, and always letting her know 'it's okay' when she starts to cry. Our baby girl is still pure sweetness. She won't nap at all unless we are on the go or she's being held, but after some real struggles with night sleep she is doing amazing in her crib and sharing a room with her big brother. I won't say much else since it's early days and I'm terrified of jinxing it!
So lots of planning for a bountiful garden and sketching thoughts for a face-lift to our glassed-in porch while we burn through oil and throw another log in the fire. I always struggle with patience, and this winter is giving me a good chance to practice practice.