A foot of snow outside today; spring is on hold.
Meanwhile, the mice are busy creating a rooftop garden inside inspired by a cousin’s new home in Chicago!
For the past few Easters I have make a tiny egg hunt for the mice and all the other little creatures that live in our house. And I realized this year that this mini hunt has become a beloved tradition for the girls. I try to pay attention to these things: the things they remember, the things they tell stories about, and especially the things they describe to Wallace. He takes it all in with such wonder and joy.
Wallace, surrounded by his cousins, at Gousty.
I’m struggling with a serious case of the messy table top blues. It’s always covered. Good stuff happens on this table, but I can’t seem to keep on top of clearing it off lately. It collects such eclectic assortments . . . play dough, typewriter, books, notebooks, hair brush, candles, squirt bottle, binoculars, scissors, tape, yarn, felt, tiny budda statue, and food, always food. . .