The weekend has been beautiful, so far. The girls are feeling better after a round of antibiotics and I think Harper's ear infection is disappearing (I hope.) She's been such a different kid this weekend- less cranky and more smiley. She even offered to pay for lunch today!
And yes, like everyone else, we've enjoyed the snow.
Tim enjoyed it the most, I think. He was like such a little kid. He kept looking out the window saying, "Look at this snow! I can't believe it!"
I've also never seen him run
so much in my life! We walked to the park down the street and it was as if Tim had found his inner dog. He was running around in circles and teasing the girls, jumping back and forth and laughing haughtily.
Our outdoor fun was short and sweet both days. The girls do not have any tolerance whatsoever for the cold. Once their fingers and toes started feeling numb, they gave little whimpers and we made fast tracks back home. My only regret is that we didn't have enough time to make a snowman.
At the end of the day, after stories were read and snuggles had been had, I found myself remembering my days growing up in Indiana. The brightness of the sun reflecting off the snow, the crisp cold air and the damp snow-soaked jeans brought back so many wonderful memories from when I was about Audrey's age. We used to play outside all day long and when the sun finally went down, we'd run into the garage and wait for our dad to take the straw broom and brush all the snow off of our winter clothes. Then, we'd strip down to our panties and socks and run inside to jump into a seemingly burning hot tub. That's such a distinct feeling- being almost numb from the cold and carefully slipping into a bath, your skin trying to regain its normal body temperature. That happened this afternoon. Harper couldn't take the water. She begged to get out, curled up on my front-side and stuck her little cold hands under my armpit.
I love snow. I'm glad the girls got to romp around in it this weekend.
As Tim and I were tucking the girls into bed, Audrey says to Tim in a tired voice, "I feel like mommy all the time." And I was thinking she meant that she was exhausted, overworked and a tad bit depressed. I asked her, "What do you mean?"
She says, "I want you all the time. I want you to lay down with me and sleep with me."
I just might get rid of the all of our beds and order a king-sized mattress to replace them. We can all sleep together every night. Attachment parenting. I'm all for it.