This has been the warmest winter I can remember. Sadly, this is an impressive showing of Snow.
Tom was too little last year to have enjoyed all the white stuff that covered our backyard, didn’t have the hand-eye coordination to make snowballs, or the core strength to sit upright in a sled. This was going to be his year.
Not so much.
But, both Joe and Tom have been troopers – making snow angels in 1 inch of snow, pushing the snow around on shovels to reveal the grass (and mud!) underneath.
I should be happy that it’s not -30C at the end of January. And I am. I just wish that we could have a little bit of snow.
that is how I feel today, but I promised myself that I would write another post today. I realized the absurdity of life today when I realized that my spinach, goat’s cheese and berry salad cost the exact same amount as my Grande Cappuccino. That just seems wrong, you know? Of course, it won’t stop me from buying my $5 drinks. They are just so yummy.
At work I get the variations on the same question asked by various people “How are the boys? Keeping you busy?” Usually I just smile and say something like “yeah. They’re a hoot. lots of energy, etc. etc. etc.” These kind people don’t really want to hear about what my days are really like with my two guys – especially those without kids. Anyone with kids knows that a day with a toddler and a preschooler is both wonderful and horrible at the same time.
Wonderful: listening to Joe enact a story with his action figures (he calls them “power guys”). The stories usually have some connection to a movie or book, but veer off into his fabulous imagination.
Horrible: Listening to Tom cry while I clean poop off his older brother in the downstairs bathroom. Tom had been awake for three minutes, and generally likes a good snuggle after a long nap.
Wonderful: Tom singing and doing motions to “The Itsy Bitsy Spider” while I read his older brother a book.
Horrible: spending 1.5 hours doing “bedtime” because my husband is away over night and the boys go to sleep at different times.
Wonderful: snuggling with Joe, telling him a story. He falls asleep halfway through with his finger in his mouth (a recent habit, most likely a throwback to his soother days).
Wonderful: cracking open a bottle of white wine at 8:15 to begin a relaxing evening.
Wonderful: this picture. they spent 10 minutes hanging out in the fridge, for reasons that still aren’t quite clear.
I have two kids. boys. they are funny and silly and stubborn and smart. and they both have awesome smiles and the biggest brown eyes. Strangers tell me how adorable they are, so I have proof that it’s not just my bias when I look at them and think they are beautiful….not that it matters.
I have never posted a photo of them on facebook…my husband and I discussed this before the oldest was born and decided that we didn’t want to create this uncontrolable footprint of our child online. I have a million pictures of them that I want to share though, so my resolve is starting to fade. At the very least, names will be changed to protect the innocent (or at least the ones who have yet to learn to spell. Innocent is a strong word.)
I started a blog a long time ago, before they were popular, before I had kids, when my life consisted of working and partying and going out to dinner four nights a week. At the time, it seemed odd…who would ever want to read about my random babblings? So after a few months, I stopped, but kept on wishing that I hadn’t. Now, several years later I want to give it another go. I figure I have more to talk about now than I did then. I’m older, crankier and much more opinionated then I was in my 20s.
Oh, and I have two little people who give me so much material. Keep watching this space.