Changes

It felt like the warmth and the sun would be with us forever. Like winter had dealt us it’s final blow and we had turned the corner into spring.  I seriously had to keep reminding myself that winter had only begun.  Make mental notes that we will be slapped in the face with cold winds and the suns glow will be traded for gray skies and snowflakes racing toward the ground. 

Yep, winter isn’t over.  Just this weekend the scene changed dramatically.

Kids adorned in layers of clothes, multiple pairs of socks, and hats and gloves raced down the hill in our backyard. I’d like to say that I enjoyed this scene as much as I enjoyed the other, but I can’t.  I ventured outside just long enough to be run over by a sled or two and to capture a few pictures. 

The kids love the white stuff and I enjoy watching them love it. 

Winter brings the challenge of filling our time indoors.  Sometimes, my creativity is working at it’s maximum and my mind goes full boar with craft projects, creative ideas, and time fillers that will be memorable.  In fact, just last week the kids asked if we could make a Growing Machine again.  Oh boy.  I don’t think so.  Having an infant certainly changes the way my mind, energy level, and creativity flow.  These days when they aren’t braving the snow, we can usually be found huddled around a game trying to make it to the finish line before Meadow wakes up or needs to eat, be held, rocked, etc.

Creative craft projects are few and far between as I continue to adjust to balancing life with three.  Instead, we settle for bathtub swimming. 

Bathing suits in January are quite a treat.

And if two in a tub is awesome then three must make the best day ever, as I heard Chanelle say as I brought Meadow into the bathroom. 

We found the best trick to calm our Miss Meadow down when she is fussy.  Bathtub girl she is. . .

Bathtub swimming.  Yep, that’s the extent of my creative flow these days.  I may be lacking in the creative area, but I did spend one morning as The Best Mom Ever.  My trick?

I served jelly beans for breakfast.  You don’t believe me? 

I did.  Really.

For years we have been reading this book, given to us by our neighbor, and Charlie and Chanelle always ask if they can have jelly beans for breakfast.  Of course, being a responsible mother, I always say no.  Until, this weekend, that is.  When I called them to breakfast they couldn’t believe their eyes. . .