It snowed again last night, and now we have about a foot and half of snow on the ground, drifting up over three feet everywhere I have to actually shovel. My husband, who is a blessed saint, bundled the kids up in winterwear, a half hour process that always includes giggling, crying, a fist fight, a reconciliation, and a dance, and took them to the park, to slide in the snow and generally burn off some of their restless energy before we all went crazy with Housebound Psychosis and killed each other. Now I think he is trying to bore them into taking accidental naps, a ninja parenting skill that I heartily endorse, while I get started on making Kielbasa, Kale,and Tortellini soup. I first had this at a friend’s house for lunch, and although I was there to conduct Adult Lady Business and plow through a pile of charity work, it was all I could do to keep from making those little happy mouth sounds kids make when they are eating something that they love. Our gracious hostess shared the recipe, and in my house we refer to it as her soup, and it is heaven on a cold day, with crusty bread.
This snow and cold makes me crave carbohydrates. I could eat an entire loaf of bread right now, preferably while lying in bed under 8 duvets, in between naps. This is winter in the Midwest, and I am done with it, mentally. My online shopping keeps turning to pretty things in pastel shades, impossibly thin cotton cardigans with embroidery around the cuffs and buttons shaped like seashells, cabochon earrings in palest blue. Playing with the Jack Rogers colour picker and designing sandals. Researching summer rentals on faraway beaches.
I am going to try to blog every day in February, however, that obviously doesn’t mean blogging well, or saying anything worth reading! Sorry, Internet: let’s pick this up tomorrow. I will try to have a fabulous adventure between now and then to write about. Or make the kids do something cute and/or funny. Or poke something with a stick.