Sunday, March 27, 2011

Where did March go?

March has always been my least favorite month. It is not longer than any of the other 31-day months but it feels like a month and a half by the time it is done. It is also a confusing month here in New England where winter and spring seem to meet as awkwardly as two 13-year olds at a junior high dance. In this part of the county, March's in like a lion and out like a lamb reputation can not be truer some years. The one and only redeeming quality of this month in my mind is that it often can provide amazing ski days. The lion and the lamb meet to bring soft spring snow under foot and warm sunshine radiating through crystal blue skies. But this March, the skiing has been so-so due to lots of rain. We've had a few sunny, warm days but nothing to write home about. So I am ready for spring. I am ready for bulb plants to show their stuff and for ground to turn from pale brown to a vibrant green. 

I am more excited for this spring and summer than I ever have before. And if you've followed this blog, we've had some pretty insane summers the past few years. This summer however, I believe we will be getting a referral for our third child and second daughter. 

So on with it. I am ready. Let's go already. The nursery is coming together. I am starting my 100 Good Wishes Quilt. I can feel her in my soul. 

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

That time of the season...

We are so lucky to be able to head to Vermont every weekend during the winter to ski our little butts off. Both kids started skiing at the age of 2 so by now they can ski anything on the mountain. Some days they even want to start the day with a double black diamond. Sorry to brag, but this mom is proud of her little ski bunnies. 

Here are SweetPea and daddy playing one afternoon through a picture window at the house. Dad was out walking the dog and SweetPea was getting ready to join him. 

As much as I love ski season, and the snow this season has been particularly good, I am always ready but not ready for the season to end. March is my favorite month to ski with the soft snow under edge and sun on my face. But this March came in like a lion and isn't even going to get to go out like a lamb before it goes down in a toddler-like weepy tantrum. Two weeks ago we got 2-feet of snow in less than 48 hours. Since then, the mercury has risen too far on the thermometer and rain has set in. All the while, like every month of March that has come before, my to-do list is growing in the absence of weekends at home to cross things off. So Mother Nature, if you can't send snow, please at least give me a little sunshine or maybe I'll have to start staying home to get to that list!