The days are getting shorter; I notice that the sun is setting when I walk home with Abby after her day at school. The air is crisp and requires me to wear my toque or get frozen, red ears. Or dry, cold forehead skin- yuck. I'm not in the Yukon, but the early snowfall and the cold nights call me to hibernate. We're using our collection of blankies and quilts in play and in resting. Even Goober nestles into my new throw from Rich:
Our house smells like winter baking: cinnamon, cloves, apples, carrots, soups, bread. Our kettle is getting a workout and my Christmas tea set is in full rotation. The kids haven't adopted the "silent night" aspect; they usually run around the main floor at full speed, cry about snatched toys and giggle when they run into each other. It's not exactly peaceful, but it captures the enthusiasm of the season. There are candles burning (out of kids' reach!), our furnace humming, twinkle lights in the tree, Christmas songs on the speakers.
All is calm, all is bright.
|Summer is now four months old! (Don't mind her drool spot.)|