Wednesday, April 16, 2014

winterspring mood swings

And... winter is back -- already.  Spring, summer, fall all condensed into three short days.  Saturday, Sunday, Monday -- we were living life like this...  Pupper disappearing for a moment then coming around the corner disrobed and arms outstretched singing, "Spring is over, spring is over!"  Little boys picking weed flowers for their mama.  ("Mom, none of these flowers are for us.  They're all for you.")  Motorcycle dudes following the chalk-drawn rules of the road.


And then today we woke up to this:

There were a good three inches of powder on the deck.  And truth be told, as much as my spring spirits were crushed, I not-so-secretly relished the freshly fallen crystals and ate as many hand and cupfuls as I could today; and the sun was out and most of the white melted away by late afternoon and so I'm hoping winter's not really back.  Oh, New England spring and how it toys with us.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

the first signs of spring

Is that all I can talk about -- the change of seasons?!  Yes, it is.  The cold has been that consuming, and the sun and warming weather are that welcome.

We're out playing ball and riding bikes and picking up sticks and playing amongst the trees again, and it feels so. damn. good.    Of course, the past couple of days have been back to cold and rain (and yesterday, hail).  It seems we've still got a bit of a haul before spring actually arrives.  There is, I suppose, a virtue or life lesson to be gained by these dark months, but it's mostly lost in thoughts of, why not just move someplace warmer?

The only thing I'm having trouble saying goodbye to this winter is my snow-eating obsession.  I still haven't quite quit digging cupfuls out of the former snow fort piles -- although I think I've finally reached the end of my reserve.


Cherishing the sun (even if it barely touches our skin) every chance we get.  Swinging and running and climbing with a renewed vigor.  Exploring places unseen for four months.  Eating pink and yellow donuts with peeps on top.  These are the first signs of spring -- appearing before anything green arrives.

I haven't appeared in front of the lens lately; this is the closest thing I have to any kind of belly shot, other than an old black and white polaroid.


Ahh, "spring."

Monday, March 31, 2014

longest winter of my life.


Seriously.  And even though the temps in the 20s have suddenly warmed to the 40s and it rains every day and brown muddy grass peeps through the snow in places and our snow mounds are no longer huge but still bigger than our car, as Bob puts it, it really doesn't feel one bit like spring as of yet.  The simultaneous good and bad news is that finally the parents have stopped seeing the reason in sending their kids to ski school, and thus as of Friday my lunchlady gig has come to an end.  Mostly good news, I'll admit -- although the income is quite necessary so there's that little problem.  I met some good people this winter, and as much as I was over the daily menu, it was bittersweet saying "adios."

Some winter tidbits:

Sometimes boys jump right up to play after naptime; sometimes they're snuggly.  I like when they snuggle.

For pretty much the entire month of january we had a tent set up in our living room, just because we're cool like that.  Perfect spot for quiet reading or crazy wrestling.

Brother bath time is always sweet, and a nice way to warm up in our cold, cold house...

When we finally got tired of a tent taking up our entire living room we compromised the basketball court and moved the tent up to our bedroom.  A little seek and find of fun stuff for you: four balls, one helmet, one spiderman mask, one children's book, a fake moustache, a toy dinosaur, and the basketball hoop of course...

A little sneak peek at our very messy, lived in, log cabiny living room -- just because that little tiny cutester dressing himself is one of the most precious things ever.

Some almost springlike weather to play out in, no hats required for the first time this year...

Oboe was personally affronted by a fall in the mud and ran across the driveway to the garage crying, "I'm way far away right now!"

Falling in mud is not so enjoyable, but stomping in it -- pure joy.


Also on our un-spring funlist: bubble wand lightsabers...


...and good old trackball of course.

We went to a wedding a couple of weeks ago and I tried to snag a photo of the boys all dolled up, but it was freezing and although Wooden somehow didn't notice, Pupper could not hide his disdain for the cold.  {And I have no idea what's the deal with Wooden's pose.  Just hamming for the camera I guess.}

So, there's the long part of our winter.  Here's to hoping the sun returns someday!  (And also, I'm moving to Cali.  For real.  Enough's enough.)
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