Am I really writing another post on winter and staying indoors and having the worst case of cabin fever ever?
It snowed again today. All the news reporters said it was the biggest snow of the season so far. Ralph and I put on our warmest clothes and padded around the house, occasionally peeking out the windows to watch the neighbors shovel and the dog next door stand up and bark and lay back down again, allowing the snowflakes to cover his furry coat while he napped.
By noon we were bored of it all, so we hung out in the nursery and read books on the new rug that came in the mail a few days ago. When we got bored with books, Ralph talked to the ceiling while I made lists and dreamed up blog posts. When we got tired of that, we went on You Tube and danced to Teddy Bear's Picnic four times in a row.
And when we got bored with that, we bounced and bounced and bounced until Ryan came home.
We ate soup for supper. We gave Ralph a bath. I nursed and snuggled and patted out the bubbles. Then I put a limp, sleepy baby in his bed, and thanked God a million times for him.
And I'll do it all over again tomorrow.