This morning I peeled myself out from between my toasty warm child sandwich. Or was it a mom sandwich? Mom sandwich with kid bread. Yeah, that's what it was. So the filling peeled herself out of bed into the silent, chilly house and went to check the temperature on ye olde atomic clock that hangs in the dining room.
But wait. What's that little mark there in front of the 12? A MINUS SIGN, PEOPLE. Negative twelve degrees. Honestly...if my kids didn't love going to co-op so much, I woulda thrown in the towel right then. But not literally because a towel can also be used as a small makeshift blanket and at that point I needed all the help I could get.
Thankfully March starts tomorrow so when I wake up in the morning, the six foot tall piles of snow flanking our driveway will be completely melted. Whew! Such a relief.
Cecilia was on fire with the cuteness yesterday, if I do say so myself. Not only did she draw and say this
"St. Cecilia was from Italy. She is the patron saint of music. One day she wanted to get a pet cat and went to the pet store but they only had tigers and the tigers tore her clothes and she saw a sign and the sign said 'no kittens. only tigers.' But then St. Paul came and was like 'the kittens are in the next aisle.' Theeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend."
Church historian in making.
Hey, the bird feeders from yesterday are working! When we got home from co-op, a black capped chickadee was hanging from the piece of bread, pecking crumbs off. By the time we finished eating lunch, a pair of tufted titmice (not EVEN making up that name) had joined her. And by 4 p.m., Katie had made a list of five different varieties of birds that had come to pay our little tree a visit.
I should wish I would've gotten a photo of her with her two field guides and a notepad and pencil, but instead I fell asleep on the couch, which was, I'll be honest, so much better.
So look at picture of a bird.
|tufted titmouse via|
If you live in the cursed north or midwest or northeast or pretty much anywhere north of Tennesee, I'm guessing you're running out of indoor entertainment for your kids. If you're not, write a winter survival book for us, okay? If you are, try an enormous roll of paper from Amazon.
Skip to compensate for above not-quick takes.
Hey, I think we might be entering home improvement season. With "only" three months until Pointy Bird's arrival, it's now or.....October 2015. Mas o menos. Something simple, like maybe painting the hallway? Brighten it up a bit? I don't know. Mostly I just want a whole new house, but apparently a few cans of paint is the cheaper option? Lame.
Let's wrap this thang up with a little throwback to last summer.