I've heard people report that many of their house plants have died, because the winter was so long. Or others that have plans to open their cottage, camper, backyard pool later than usual this year. There are a few crazies out there wearing shorts, but Abby still wears mittens to school in the morning. We are less than 24 hours away from May and it feels like we're still on the cusp of spring. I haven't seen a consistent set of frost-free nights in the forecast, so my plans to start our edible garden out back are on hold. What the what, mother nature.
Inside the house, where we retreat during long rainstorms, we plan outdoor park dates on sunnier days, dream of a day when we might open our own backyard pool, and watch Summer scoot all over the house, faster every day.
We're eating grilled cheese sandwiches, listening to Lauryn Hill, playing woah-woah-woah (a game where you spin around fast saying "woah" and bump into people, walls and furniture), continuing with the spring cleaning, making dinner on the barbecue, splashing in puddles, spying on our robin family out back and singing Skinnamarink all the livelong day.
This mama gig has got some definite perks: cuddles all day, re-learning basic world knowledge from Abby about such things as dinosaur types, the quiet time spent rocking babies to sleep, finding a million reasons to laugh in a day, using the perfect baby-holding shelf on my hip for exactly that purpose.