Snow Day

Our first, and probably last, snow day of the season. This is my kind of snow day. It began falling late in the afternoon after we were safe at home. The flakes where large and wet. The dropped lazily through the air. No wind, no ice, just juicy flakes drifting by. This morning, there was a single layer of fluff on the ground. Enough for a snowman…..


…. a quick snowball fight……


and then off to school for a late start day. Fabulous. The clouds are high and white. The sun is starting to break though and touches of blue peek out. Gone are the grey slate skies of winter. Maybe now, we can start spring full on? Let’s hope!

The Sweet Sound of Fighting

I woke this morning to the sound of fighting. Ah, sweet music to my ears. I always know how sick my kids are by two factors. The cleanliness of my house and the level of bickering. The last few days, toys have remained on shelves and the silence of a sick room has hovered over the sofa. So imagine my delight to come downstairs and find the sofa empty, toys scattered under foot, and the sound of a full fledge sister spat going on. Yes, recovery at last. Even better, it stopped raining and the temperature rose above 40 degrees which, for Portland, means it is a beautiful day for a water ballon fight! Yes!


Signs of Life

The fever remains but some sass is returning to the kid. I take this as a sign that she is recovering. But if this fever doesn’t break today, I’m afraid we will be headed to the doctor tomorrow.


A New Twist

My poor little blog has been sadly neglected for a host of reasons. Mostly because the computer has been taken over by my children. But I have recently discovered this cool iPad app for blogging and I’m hoping it will help me get back on the writing wagon because goodness knows I have tons to write about!

Right now I’m suffering from a severe case of cabin fever. We are on day 3 of sick watch and I’m slowly going crazy being stuck indoors all day long with a sad and snotty child. The allure of sofa snuggles is easily squelched every time I’m showered with a wet sneeze or juicy cough. Of course I’m resigned to my fate. This sickness will soon be mine, I know. But what can I do when my sweet baby looks and me with bleary eyes and a red nose so miserably? And so I have watched countless hours of kid tv, monitored a low grade fever, and cajoled 18 tbsp of fever reducer in the last few days. The fever hasn’t broken yet and cough is getting worse. Tomorrow looks like a repeat of today. But that’s just part of my job description. Mothering. Comforting. And wiping away snot. Good times. Good times.


My Symphony

To live content with small means;

to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion;

to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich;

to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart;

to study hard;

to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never;

in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common — this is my symphony.

                -William Henry Channing