Milkymilk

Spring, What Happened?

Bu-bye mud puddles.  Hello blizzard.

Oh winter, you are so tricky and mischievous to let us frolic like that, and then trap us in our four little walls.  You are so pretty, though, I love you anyway.

 

Skylar tried to dig the car out this morning, and broke a windshield wiper.  Doh!  He had taken the day off of work, to nap while we went to the children's museum.  Instead he has been stuck inside helping me entertain a little girl who just realized she is TWO and it is TERRIBLE and we are very quickly running out of SNACKS!  Hopefully, we can make it to the grocery store after their naps.  Wish us luck, pleeeeeease.

Nap Time Bread & A Snowy Playlot

I've been experimenting with cornbread recipes during Harper's nap time.  In California, the recipe form the back of Alber's cornmeal made the best cornbread ever, in my mind.  In every other state I have ever lived it does not work.  Here on the east coast, it is disastrous.  This recipe came close...

We went to the park this morning.  It was all of 33 degrees, which sounded like a party to me.  After ten minutes, Harper was like, "Too cold!  Too Cold!  MY HANDS!!!"  She was so cheerful to be indoors the rest of the day, it was well worth it.  Sometimes, especially in the winter, there is nothing like a little misery to make you very very happy.

Ask & You Shall Receive

Hello dear internets, when did you become so generous?  Where was this amazing wish granting capability when I was complaining about Harper's sleep, or lack there of?

Look!  The ground is gone!

Just yesterday I was complaining about our mild winter.  (Oh, so sad, I know.)  Today, voila!  A magical random snow storm dreams are made of, cotton balls falling from the sky, coated everything in luscious beautiful white white white.

What a world!  What a world!

Little one, but snow is fun!  

All Harper talked about all morning was wanting to make yellow snowmen.  Mama says: Just say "NO." to yellow snow.

So This is Winter

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.

Muddy Times, Good Times

It was shockingly warm this weekend.  I think it may have even gotten up to 49, which, if you are 8 months pregnant, feels like an inferno.  For others, it is simply sweater weather.

Harper had the best time jumping in mud puddles and swinging with her daddy.  It is pretty luxurious to see the ground in January, by our midwestern standards.  However, I'm not ready to trade our snow boots for wellies just yet.  Let's wait till the new baby comes, you guys.  

Stir Crazy

This is Skylar's first week back at work since the holidays.  I was looking forward to some down time, peaceful and quiet moments spent piddling about the house.  Unfortunately, toddlers are not so into indoor bits of nothing much at all. 

We spent Wednesday at home.  I was armed with a project, one I has seen on the Today Show during Skylar's vacation.  On the show, they had emptied a variety of beans and grains into a bucket to make an indoor 'sandbox.'  

 

Inspired, I emptied bits of pasta and rice that have been lingering in the depths of our pantry into some containers.  Harper happily sorted away for about 1/2 hour before dumping everything onto the floor and making indoor 'snow angels.'  

 

The whole time she was saying, I think with a bit of sarcasm, "Oh goodness!  Harper!  Big mess!  Harper, big mess!  GOODNESS!  Harper!  Mess!" 

So, during her nap I tried to make homemade play-dough.

Maybe this stay at home mom thing was not such a good idea.  I dropped her off at the gym daycare today, and spent some quality time with the elliptical.  The good news is that all of my little projects seem to have completely cured her separation issues.  She did not cry at the daycare once today, for the first time in months.  Success!