Thank you for all the well-wishes on my last post. My heart is still tender, but I’m going to be okay. I can’t give more details than that, but I hope someday I can. For now, no matter how much it hurts, I stand firmly in the garden of Love being worth it, and would not want to live my life any other way.
I’m grateful for a very mild January/February thus far. I haven’t had to shovel snow once, and there was only one time I should have but didn’t. It’s sunny today and 41* feels warm– maybe I’ve lived in the northwest too long.
Girls Night Out tonight with some friends. I need the diversion and it should be fun. Hoping to land a sitter here soon. Nevermind the homework I’m neglecting.
Bob’s Red Mill gluten-free chocolate cake mix makes good cupcakes, and keeps me from hurting myself with the Krispy Kreme’s I’ve been craving.
Bean hit a milestone this morning. He was playing with his siblings, and became quite agitated. I could hear him coming unraveled and starting to honk. I was heading down to intervene, and he ran upstairs, into his room, turned off the lights and shut the door. He crawled under his heavy blanket, and he calmed himself down. First time ever. I gave him some time, and when he was receptive, told him how proud I was of him. We made banana bread together as a reward for his milestone.
Took the kids on a bike ride while I ran along behind. Ran up to the church to play in the giant snowpiles in the back, got cold and wet, but happy, and then ran home, pushing Abby while she complained that her legs hurt. Winter has taken its toll on our muscles, and it’s time to whip us back into shape. Take that, atrophy!
Thinking really hard about a quick trip down to CA- I don’t know if I can swing it, but if I can, I juts might do it. I miss my family, and I miss the sunlight, and I miss the ocean. Seattle’s ocean, despite sharing the name, is not the same as San Francisco’s ocean.
Bean found his bugle. Take pity.
I’m ticked at Lego for their damnable new product line directed at girls. The people in the nauseatingly pink sets are not even Mini-Figs, and if you’re a Lego person, that’s just an abomination. Nevermind the ridiculously vapid themes they’re pushing at the girls. I wrote Lego, with the picture below. That’s what creativity looks like- it’s not sugar coated in pink and purple. I hope the new line fails miserably and they come to their senses.