As I sit and write this, I am watching my incredibly energetic toddler explore, open, close, tunnel under and through every piece of furniture in the CB house while toting, tossing, pushing buttons on, fixing and stacking every toy we either brought or was left here- the house is an utter mess. And he is happy, and therefore so am I. Earlier today we took him out to play in the snow, but he didn't like getting his hands covered in snow, didn't like his ill-fitting boots, and vacillated between loving and hating sledding. He did, however, really enjoy pulling the sled behind him while walking on the mostly snow-cleared road, and visiting with the neighbor's dog. Oh yes, and the "hot" chocolate milk was a hit.
Jake, meanwhile, is out for a "short run" straight up the mountain. Earlier today he spent a little time online figuring out "what to do" on this Thanksgiving weekend in CB if we're not skiing. We've made plans for tomorrow to go up to the children's play area/museum with Xander, and maybe a stroll around town to get me some "exercise."
Me? I'm the only one in the family who is embracing the art of doing nothing- which is what we agreed was the goal of these vacation days. It's just that I'm much better at it than Jake, a thing for which I am feeling pretty proud! I am still in my pajamas. I have refused to do homework yesterday or today. (I will probably do some tomorrow). I have cooked, but only easy stuff. Lunch today was crackers and cheese. I am 7 chapters into a NOVEL and I'm listening to country music.
And now that I've shared these few amused paragraphs, it is time to discover chapter 8.
Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! I couldn't ask more for my daughter! Rest, enjoy your boys and that novel. (What are you reading?) Much love!
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