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This was the boys LAST YEAR in Winter. They were about 9 mos old in these pics and still in the Graco Snugride with the Kiddopotamus Posh Pouch over it, and wearing winter hats. Taken in December 2008...
Now HERE is today's pic. 10 mos later! Bundled up. Mittens, hats in pockets, arriving at Kindermusik today. They just crashed and burned for a nap after twirling, dancing, singing and playing all kinds of tribal and non-tribal instruments so I am throwing it up here. The snow? Gone! Darn... but I am sure there will be many a moment to show scenes of them playing against a backdrop of snow this winter.
In snow thou comest -- by Emily Dickinson
In snow thou comest --
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee's advancing sound.
In fear thou comest --
Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy
That man anew embark to live
Upon the depth of thee.
I hear the guys singing in their cribs but will start this entry.
Last night, BFF Sherri and her son A came over to play. We had a blast. The boys just love A. It was lightly snowing when she left.
I was awakened in the middle of the night (waaah) and struggled to sleep as winds from our first 'noreaster whipped the house and the trees surrounding our house were cracking like horsewhips against equines straining for the finish line.
Same Old Lang Syne - by the late Dan Fogelberg, one of my favorite singers and people (I've worked for him quite a few times, he was a lovely person)
I woke (kind of, I am REEEEAAAALLY tired) at 6am to blog but it seemed to take forever to make coffee and eat my 1/2 bagel this am. As I walked to the window, the wind is slowly dying down but beautiful, light airy flakes of snow are circuitously whirling. So the 'noreaster is still raging. It reminds me of the scene in American Beauty (one of my favorite films) where the plastic bag whirls around and around in the wind high above the solid ground. I think that was foreshadowing -- the bag was meant to be a human and the wind, God, or the forces of nature, taking over... we have no control over life except the choices we make, good or bad. Instead of a white bag, it's white flakes of snow.
The ground is getting covered in a duvet of white flakes. I wonder if I will be breaking out the double sled this weekend. We have two. One for the boys, one for me and the DH. The golf course is a stunning course with a LOT of hills. Difficult to walk hills. So I wonder how the sledding will be.
The DH didn't make it home last night. He was stuck. But I am mighty joyful that he told me he isn't getting sent to Toronto to work for the winter. Yeah! He won't have to deal with customs and I won't have to deal with him not being stateside. I pray he gets sent to a DC project so the boys and I can live w/him down there and I can be with my beloved, and my beloved M family. And my buddies. It would be wonderful.
I have this feeling we are going to have a brutal winter. Most of you who read this blog regularly, know that I spent most of the summer gone and I was home only 1 week of the summer. I heard enough about how bad the summer was (cold, wet and raining and awfully dark) to know that, as a New Englander that