59 :: Out in the Mist

It is one of those days when the sky never clears and the mist hangs low and everything is wet. The last day of February. It smells like spring but we are not fooled because six inches of snow are predicted to fall tomorrow.

And so, we go outside and play in the puddles.

Field Trip to Spring

We spent a glorious morning hiking. She said, “Do you think it will get cold again?”

I said, “Yes.”

She said, “Do you think it will snow again?”

I said, “Yes.”

She said, “Well today we took a field trip to spring.”

Yes!

47 :: Mr. Busy

It is quite a day. Not yet 10 am and Wallace is rapidly deconstructing the house. He has tossed a mug on the floor (smashed), attempted to feed the cat (bowl, crashed), and now he has climbed up into a chair next to Ellen and put his fingers in paint for the third or forth time. Oh, and I have mopped up a couple of puddles (he is an ec baby and frequently diaper free) while trying not to trip over the entire contents of my kitchen cupboards spread about the floor. Mr. busy man is keeping us on our toes! A friend remarked yesterday that it looks like we are doing pretty serious homeschooling. I had to laugh. This is what “pretty serious” looks like around here!