i don't love snow

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There is no snow where I live. Of course not. It's Carlsbad.  I live here because of the good weather.

I don't want to live where it snows.  Walking out into the freezing cold instantly puts me in a bad mood. My body tenses. My teeth hurt. It's not a pleasant sensation.

But I miss watching snow fall. I miss getting under a heavy quilt in a cold room and snuggling up to my big bear of a husband hoping that we would be snowed in the next day.  I miss the quiet mornings after a storm.

Today I woke up to lawn mowers.

The grass is greener here in Carlsbad, but right now I'd take a day or two of white out.

in limbo

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It seems to me today that the world is in limbo.

I'm watching the snow fall softly on my parents trees.

Is it spring? Is it winter?

I'm wondering when Henry will come home.

I'm wondering when our family will go home.

Together.

a good yarn

The weather is turning "cold". As a Utah girl, I will forever find it necessary to put cold in quotes when I am referring to San Diego weather. It helps me avoid rousing by my family members.


So the weather is turning "cold". In the morning I wrap my big fluffy robe around the baby and we tip toe down stairs to turn on the fireplace and make her a warm bottle. The boy comes flopping, sleepy, down the stairs in his footed jammies. He crawls up on the couch next to us and kisses his sister on the head. She kicks her feet.


It is my favorite time of the day. It is my time of the day to love being a mommy.


I'm starting to think about getting out my crochet. I love to crochet in the wintertime. It's a winter craft.


I've been dying to share all the details of Sugar Daddy's big case, but somehow it feels wrong. It's a story of a prodigal son and a heart broken mother. It's really not my story to share.


Instead, I thought I'd tell you another amazing and true story about Sugar Daddy. Get comfortable. It's a good yarn...


A few years ago Jenny and I went out for dinner with girlfriends. The guys stayed home with the kids.


See? Don't you love this story already?


Jenny's husband and Sugar Daddy's best friend is Andre the Greek. Andre the Greek is a loose cannon. It's a well known fact. Indisputable.


Andre the Greek wanted to go get his boat and get it ready for a fishing trip in the morning. The boys took the kids with them in the Surburban to pick up the boat. They got the boat hooked up and were headed for home. The kids were happily playing together in the back seat. The boys were eagerly discussing the plans for the fishing trip the next day.


About the time Jenny and I were digging into a brownie sunday, Andre the Greek let out a stream of curses that we can only hope the children won't remember. Sugar Daddy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked over his right shoulder just in time to see the boat passing the Surburban.


They were on a long stretch of road with a fairly steep gradient. What happened next has been the topic of much discussion. The boat, as if it had a mind all it's own, completely passed the Surburban and continued down the road at a fiery pace, swaying this way and that and generally creating quite a spectacle. There was much cursing from the dads and jumping up and down of children.


After a while, the boat, deciding freedom wasn't all it was cracked up to be, edged up to the curb and slowly leaned into the guardrail, sparks flying, until it came to a complete stop, fairly undamaged.


The rest of the story is history. The cops came. They put down flares and talked to the kids. Andre the Greek laughed heartily over his good fortune. One of Sugar Daddy's friends came to check out the scene and brought some fried chicken. According to the kids, it was a great night.


The night the boat came unhinged and took a joy ride.


True story.

85 with a slight chance of bragging

I went running today. It was 85 degrees with a lazy breeze. The palm trees swayed. The birds chirped happily amongst themselves, no doubt discussing the weather. The sun kissed my shoulders and strengthened the mellow sent of my sunscreen and the tang of cut grass that hung in the air of the neighborhood.

There have been moments, quick and fleeting, where I miss the stillness of winter. The beauty of the stark, skeletal trees dusted with snow. And I think to myself how distinct seasons make for such a rich and vibrant life.

But ultimately the plebeian in me wins out.

What can I say? It's January and I smell like Banana Boat.

happy new year

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We are back from the cold North. Sixty-three degrees never felt so good. We drove twelve hours through the blustering wind and arrived back at our home on the coast at one this afternoon. We clomped up to our beds and settled in for a long winter's nap which felt sooooo good.

Tonight we have the fireplace going and the British version of The Office on DVD. I am going to get out my yarn and needles and settle in.

I'm so glad to be home, but I will miss my family. I hardly ever get to see my nieces and nephews and I wish I could hug them once more and pinch their cheeks like all good aunts are supposed to do.

I will particularly miss the mischievous giggle of this little sprite.