This winter has been a hard one. Lots of snow plus hills plus a van with front wheel drive equals lots of time at home. A couple times I couldn't even get Sam to preschool a few blocks away because the roads were so bad. And it doesn't help that Charlie is still young and keeps getting sick (with his dad being a doctor and 3 older siblings he's kind of doomed). There was several days when I was ready to march out and buy a vehicle with 4WD regardless of the car payment, but thankfully spring is here and common sense prevailed. We are saving up, though, and when we can prudently buy another vehicle you're darn right it will be built like a tank. Sometimes I don't realize how much the cold and dark gets me down until I see our daffodils blooming and the sun shining and my mood does a 360.
This little creature is crazy and bossy and darling and has absolutely no respect for her parents. Or siblings. She tells us "no" without any sense of guilt, fear or embarrassment. If she gets her way and is the center of attention, then all is well, but heaven help you if you ignore her or disobey her. We will be potty training her over Spring Break and I am already thinking about it in a kind of fascinated horror.
Accessories have a large role in Kate's life. They are ever present, strewn around every room in our house, and usually mine.
Just a water bottle, headband, fedora, and soldier hat.
Sam has discovered Captain Underpants (it's inevitable, I guess, but I really tried to protect him) and the potty talk and casual nudity at our house have increased dramatically. They are all in on it now and I'm lowering my standards yet again on what to care about and enforce.
Modified tummy time with Dad. Maybe someday he will learn to roll over and sit up, but I have no problem with a few more months of immobility.
We got out of the house!! Thank goodness for free concerts at Temple Square and family willing to take on 4 young children.
This winter we signed Morgan up for a series of 5 group ski lessons, and Erik has been happy to drive her each week to Snowbasin and stay to ski himself. Morgan has done so much better than I anticipated, and she has loved having all the extra time with Dad. As the kids get older I'm learning that I'm not good at predicting what they will like and be good at.
Poor Charlie. He's just thrilled if someone notices him. Thank goodness he is a calm easy baby so that I can deal with all the drama that comes from the other 3.