I must have jinxed it. Writing a blog post about the lack of winter surely was a bad idea. About a week ago we got our first real winter storm. In March. Of course. Silly me for thinking that I was home free. It dumped enough snow that a snow day was called for at both the elementary school and preschool. Only Little N’s daycare was open, and since I was staying home with the older two, there was no way I was having my husband drive around town to drop off the baby, while I had to be at home and pump. I also had to work at home that day. I’ve decided that working at home with kids is an art form, one that I don’t care to master. I much prefer to go into the office and work, but it is a nice option to have for snowy days.

Tim took the older two sledding last weekend for the first time too. They enjoyed it, but only for a short amount of time. Two times though. The last time he took Little N too so I could get some work done. It was nice to see the white stuff, but I am definitely looking forward to spring with it’s later days and slower pace. I feel winter it always overbooked, like we are overcompensating for the dreariness of the weather.

Also included for everyone is the growth of Little N. She’s getting so big. She’s trying to stand up and enjoys walking with her little walking musical toy. That joy alone makes my hear warm and glad we bought the bigger house even though cleaning it much more time consuming, but who are we kidding, I wasn’t built for three kids in a little house.

Until next time.

Winter. We haven’t had much of one this year, and for that I’m thankful. I know, I know. I should care about the snow pack, not having a drought, and the summer. I just can’t muster up being unselfish in this way this year. You see, my oldest is in kindergarten in a district that loves to call for two hour delays and snow days. I’m not opposed to it for safety reasons, but it puts quite the wrench in my carefully orchestrated life. Our life right now is pretty crazy. It’s tax season so I’m working full time now, our kids go to two different daycares (LB and C Bear go to one that is preschool/before and after school care and Little N goes somewhere else), and my husband works full time with an extra work project. So you see I have little room for change or error. But that’s only part of the story. The other part is dressing kids for winter. Ugh.

Last Thursday, our school district called for a two hour delay. No big deal. I was working from home that day. I would just have to switch up my schedule of when I worked a little bit. The problem though was that there was no snow in our neighborhood. I was a little annoyed. Apparently in other parts of town it was blizzard conditions. By the time 10 o’clock rolled around it was snowing quite hard at our house. Right before we had to leave for school. Great. I got LB and C Bear all decked out in boots, snow pants, mittens/gloves, and winter coats. By the time I had them all bundled up, it had stopped snowing. There was no way that I was going to undo all that dressing. So we walked to school with almost no snow on the ground and clear blue skies in full snow gear.  And this was a lucky day. C Bear didn’t fight having to dress for winter. Usually she fights wearing a winter coat. Sometimes I give up and let her carry it. She always ends up putting in on though. She hasn’t reached the t-shirt and shorts in winter phase yet, thank goodness.

And then when we get home, all these winter clothes end up on the floor in the kitchen and living room. It amazes me how much surface space little kids clothes can take up. And so I have to remind them to put the clothes away. So for these reasons I’m grateful that it hasn’t really been winter this year.