Snow Days

Is it just me, or has it been a particularly at-home sort of winter?  Together at home, reading through favorite children's books, making tea parties, real and imagined, climbing stairs and tables (with passion! Those babies!), making popcorn just about every afternoon, and playing.  Playing house and animal rescuers, and hide and go seek, and pulling out blocks only to build them up and immediately knock them down.  I feel like we have colonized corners of the house that have never really seen life, making them into forts and reading corners and hideaways, trying to master the art of spending time together and also independently which makes having many people in a small house doable.

When we start to get stir crazy, which we inevitably do, we try to be creative about finding places to go, whether inside our out.  The library, or store, or a friend's house, or grandma's house, or the pool at the rec center, or even Ikea make wonderful indoor destinations for a change of scenery and a little more space.  When the air is warm, we try to go outside, which makes everyone happy.  

We woke up this morning to a blanket of snow.  A simple thing, and yet it never ceases to fill me with wonder.  Those moments, when the snow is still falling and the ground perfectly white, those are pure beauty.