Our weekend: snow.
While we didn't get clobbered like the folks just South of us in Philly, we still got about 6 inches, with another storm headed our way tomorrow, probably dumping another foot on us.
I used to like winter, thinking it to be a time of reflection and focusing inward. And snow is gorgeous. Plus it's prime knitting season. I'm just not so keen on it this year. My reasons:
1. This seems to be the coldest winter in years, and we've been stuck inside for what seems like months.
2. As a homeowner, it's painful to get a heating oil bill tucked into our front door. Hence, our thermostat is set to a chilly 63 degrees, most days.
3. I have a toddler who does not want me to knit when he is awake. Though I did start a shawl for donation to the Prayer Shawl Ministry this weekend (more to come on that later).
4. Snowsuits are a bitch to put on a squirming little boy. Don't even get me started on the boots.
I love how he just chills out in the snow, lying down as if he's on a beach in Hawaii.I'm glad that S enjoys the snow. We went out the last few days, just for about a half an hour. His poor little cheeks were so red, as he thinks that eating snow is the best thing ever. It's nearly impossible to keep his face out of the dirty snow.
He's now in a glasses phase. Last winter, it was the toothbrush phase
but now he wants those glasses on whenever we go out. I'm not complaining, as I've been hoping he'd start wearing them. I hope it just lasts until summer.
Snowy thoughts on a sunny day. At least the sun is shining! Though I miss going to the park and taking walks. Spring, please come soon, no matter what the deal with the Groundhog is.