I sure wish I had a fireplace to sing the next line of the song by.
We’ve been pretty smothered by the white stuff recently– but it seems that not many have been missed by it, so even if I wanted to complain, we’re all in the same boat. The same snowed in boat. We’ve been filling our time avoiding this…
(believe me, it got much more high and mighty after I snapped this picture)
by curling up under this…
and dreaming about this…
(*think a little less bathroom sink and a little more carribean sea!)
I recently took a road trip with great-friend-Laura to Boston in her fabulous vehicle we endearingly refer to as ‘the beast’. (Well, it’s really her hubs vehicle since it is so honkin’ huge. We had a hard time wranglin’ the beast, but as far as we know we didn’t run anything down and got there and back safe and sound and warm too!) We had a blast and there were a ton of great memories about the trip, but one that’s definitely on the top ten were the seat warmers! You just push a tiny little button and jump two steps closer to euphoria– it was fantastic! Do you have seat warmers? do you use them all. the. time? I’m thinking the next time “my aunt” comes to visit me next month I’m just going to camp out in the front seat of their car and ride it out with seat warmers!!
What brings this to mind is the fact that as I type, I’m ‘supervising’ little H ‘swimming’ in the bathtub leaning against the wall and our baseboard heaters. Warmth is at a 6 and my left rear cheek is completely numb– it’s just not even fair to compare. I love you beasty chairs. 🙂
Remember ‘the Rachel’ from the ’90s? Yesterday little H asked me for ‘the Emma’. One of her best little buds has long blond hair and usually wears it in two cute pigtails. At first my heart got a little sad that this was the first time she was noticing hair different from hers and wanted the length and flowiness (yea, that’s not a word…) of her friend’s hair; something I could not replicate with even the best brushes or gels. While I brushed and braided, we talked about how God makes each of us in his image and gives us unique things that make us beautiful– like h’s curly, black hair! I held my breath as I finished her new ‘do and watched as her little hands reached back to feel what all the twisting and pulling had turned in to. A big smile swept her face as she reached the tiny puffs that her braids ended in–Emma hair. She got her pigtails (three instead of two) and was so excited! Later, we made our weekly visit to the library where she proudly asked our librarian to ‘wook at my emma hair!’. This librarian is also black and I’m so thankful she made such a fuss over h’s tresses–building her tiny world view, that yes, her hair is beautiful too.
*It’s hard to see in the pictures, but h’s hair is divided into six corn rows that start near her center part. the hair near the base of her head is still growing from her bald spot and was divided into three box braids and joined with two corn rows to be banded into a small puff.
It will not. stop. snowing. period. Today it came down steadily for hours, keeping us huddled inside for most of the day. Since we weren’t (easily) going outdoors, we brought a little bit inside to us. My friend Rebecca introduced me to the thought of filling the sink with snow and we quickly followed suit. H had a blast digging, packing, eating, and melting the goods. We even made a snowman with a nose-fourteen times too big. Resourceful. That’s what we’ll call it.
little h, the in-house two-year-old, has a knack for finding her reflection in the most random places. windows, bowls, spoons. this morning as we were loading up for school, i caught her sneaking her daily dose of chapstick while peeking at herself in the car door’s reflection.
vanity, thy name is toddler.
does your dollar tree have mirrored ceiling tiles at their cash registers? our does. we were sure to let everyone in line behind us know too.