Wow, where did this blogger disappear to? The trickiest thing has been to get time at my computer, at my desk, uninterrupted by early-evening-waking-baby, sewing projects, or trying to stay on top of my housework (woeful again and again on that front). But here I am.
Hi. What’s new with you? I’m finding we are still in the thick of winter here. Yes, friends in the southern region who are planting their gardens, we see you on instastories. We Minnesotans are bracing for another snowfall this weekend and although today was 45 degrees, who knows what the low will be tonight. I just don’t want to check.
Our rhythm feels like winter, still, too. We don’t go to the park but wistfully drive past it while the kids clamor to get out but I insist 20 degrees is just too cold for the baby, even when she’s bundled. I do open the back door to shoo the oldest three out in the fenced yard with their regalia on, down to the neckgator.
I wish I could say that I’ve got that spring time energy, but I’m still wrapping up in wool sweaters and dreading to shower and deal with wet hair. #wimp
Our oldest has grown through two layers of hems in his school pants, and our second is suddenly fitting 6T pants in length, just not waist. The third born is still in size 2 things but sometimes will pull a 3T sweater over his almost four year old neck and I think he’s not drowning in that! The lil lady is tall for her age and robust so she easily wears 24 month and 2T despite being only 15 months old.
Once the snow has melted maybe I’ll finally make those last phone calls to schedule piano tuning, a trip to the mega fabric store for sheers + drape fabric. I’ll sort through my “to be filed” stack and wipe out the floors of the kids’ closets.
In the meanwhile, I’m just hanging on by my chapped knuckles! Driving people around, nursing babe down for naps, making lots and lots of bread (vehicle for butter), working for Blessed is She and being interviewed about our WILD retreat in August here, and trying hard to teach our second reading lessons without anyone crying.
How’s your spring?