I don't really HATE winter, but I really kind of do.
It's not the idea of winter --the idea of winter is beautiful! Ice skating! Crockpots full of soup, warm bread, hot cocoa and cider, scarves, and Christmas! Snowmen, cinnamon, peppermint, pumpkin pie. Crystal snow shining in the sunlight, beautiful mountains dusted with perfect white...
But the reality always walks up and smacks me in the face: It's cold. And wet. And wet and cold and icy and cold. Lots of cold. Car accidents and freezing limbs and driveways to be shoveled. Kids storming into the house bringing mud and wet and cold. Cold, cold, cold!
Ugh. I'm turning into my grandmother.
You know, it was that winter when we lived in California. Put me off winter for life, I tell you. LIFE! But I promise I'll try not to hate it too much this year. In fact, I'm actually praying we get a lot of snow. The droughts and fires this past summer was not fun --we need a lot of water come spring. So, I'll keep my negativity in check. As much as humanly possible, at least.
New book for book club this month: George Orwell's 1984.
Hey, don't knock it quite yet! I haven't read this baby since high school and I'm guessing my adult perspective will make it a much more interesting read. Plus, there's a reason people still refer to it all these decades later. I mean, did you know it was published in 1949? Blows the mind, really. Orwell was a genius.
Put up the baby gate. Swept and vacuumed for the third time in 24 hours. Oh, the things I do to keep baby alive! But he's worth it. He pays me in laughter and sweetness and snuggles. And look! He's moving everywhere:
I asked for ideas for Halloween costumes on Facebook (for Brandon and I), but I'll ask this: What are YOU going to be for Halloween? What about your significant other? Kids are taken care of (if #2 would just hurry up and make a final decision already), but I need to think about our costumes before the day we need them (which is what I usually do).