Narnia in my yard
I'm not enjoying the winter. Due to a terrible tactical error on Rich's part, my driveway has been encased in a thick sheet of ice from the snow to rain storm a couple of weeks ago. We thought the rain would wash away the snow. We weren't counting on the month long deep freeze that has followed. I figured: surely there will be a January thaw, right? But the long range forecast has yielded no days above 32 for the foreseeable future. So, we creep along the ice and hope nobody gets injured before it finally melts.
Usually we go to Florida sometime in February. But we're doing some work on the house so no trips this winter. Even my usual Arizona business trip got cancelled due to the Current Economic Climate.
This afternoon in the middle of all this snow and sore feet, something truly wonderful happened. It was one of those things you dream about before you have kids and you're imagining this rosy, wonderful world where everything is easy and your kids are interested in things you have to tell them. Very few things about having kids are like you dreamed of when your biological clock started hitting you on the head. Like the fact that on almost a daily basis the kids will round up all the soft furnishings (pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, etc) into one room to create a "jumping room." Or how they decide to just scream and run back and forth between Kaylee's room and the den until one of them gets hurt. None of these were things I pictured during that year plus when we were trying for a baby. But today one of my real mom fantasies came true. The snow was falling thickly outside and Eric sat huddled by my side listening to me read from The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.
I love kids books. I spent much of my childhood lost in books, and I've just been waiting for the kids to be old enough to listen to some of my favorites. We read all the time, but I usually end up wanting to send a Unibomber letter to poor Stan and Jan Berenstain for writing so many WAY TO LONG saccharine, moralistic Books about the worlds most boring bear family. But this afternoon was different. I was reading something that I still love. Then I read for nearly another hour before bedtime.
If this goes well, maybe we'll try some Harry Potter.