Look at it. The ground, all naked and mossy. It has been there for weeks now without snow.
As much as this mild East Coast winter is an unpleasant surprise for me, I know someone who could not be happier.
We went to the park yesterday for the first time in months. It was like Christmas and her birthday times 10,000 covered in cupcakes and chocolate and sprinkles and everything that is good and happy in the world. She ran to the slide, to the seesaw, to the swings, over and over again. She was too excited to spend more than ten seconds with any one piece of the playground. This bit of joy was sandwiched in between two of the top ten tantrums of her life. So, it is not entirely a bed of roses living life with an almost two year old.
Apparently, she does not like my jacket. It makes her scream and cry, "NO JACKET NO JACKET NO JACKET!" Mommy is 8 1/2 months pregnant, is not keen on buying one more article of clothing she can only wear for 6 weeks, and is slightly chilly!
What can I say, though. She is her mother's daughter.
While eating some of the best tomato basil soup the world has ever known at
Liquid Lunch, my 8 1/2 month pregnant boobs got in the way. (Yes. I went there.) My favorite non-maternity-but-it-works-well-enough t-shirt is done. It looked a bit like
this, but rounder. Now, it is nothing but orange boobs.
I just about cried, "NO TOMATO BASIL SOUP NO TOMATO BASIL SOUP NO TOMATO BASIL SOUP!" It did not sound that bad, but only because my vocabulary has become a bit more colorful since I was two. Live and learn.