We had ANOTHER snowy Sunday. It really was beautiful, and we don't mind a big storm on a Sunday when there's a Monday holiday the next day. But we are getting a teensy bit tired of the snow and cold and being housebound. Our street and neighborhood seems to be one of the last in our town to be plowed, so we're often stuck because our car is terrible in the snow. A actually asked me not to go to church this morning because he was really worried about me driving. A is not a worrier by nature, so when he expresses concern, I listen. I stayed home with my boys.
All this snow and cold has given me the chance to see R develop some new skills. For Christmas, he got several different fairly complicated Lego sets, and we have been building them, taking them apart, and then rebuilding them together. Although I really shouldn't say "we" because R has been doing it almost entirely himself. He has really amazed me with his patience and his ability to follow many, many steps in the directions to finish a Lego project. He will spend hours at a time doing it. One of the kits has something like 56 steps to it! All I do is hand him the pieces he needs; he figures out where they go and fits everything together. I am so proud of him. And, even better, he's really proud of himself.
So today was: Legos, pancakes and sausage for breakfast, hot cocoa, Legos, laundry, Legos, laundry, Legos, lunch, Legos, tea and scones, laundry, Legos, a wee bit of PBS Kids, cleaning up for dinner guests, hanging out with friends and their beautiful twins, board games with R and my friend, an amazing dinner by A, brownies and ice cream for dessert to celebrate friend's birthday, entertaining babies, crackling fire in the fireplace, watching the inauguration concert (it was so touching to see Pete Seeger up there with his son and Bruce Springsteen leading everyone in "This Land Is Your Land"), calming down a hyper happy R, saying goodbye to friends and babies, devotions with R, washing a ginormous pile of dishes, and relaxing on the couch with my blanket, a warm cat, and my laptop. What a wonderful day!
I realized tonight that our house is really small. I mean, I knew it was small but it has enough space for the three of us. The problem arises whenever we want to have any more than three people in the house. I'd love to invite a bunch of people over for dinner, but we can only do that in the summertime because then we're outside and it doesn't matter. Adding two adults and two babies to the head count in our house makes things pretty darn cramped. We're climbing over each other and shuffling behind one another to get by. There's nothing we can do about it (unless we win the lottery), but I guess it just makes me a little sad because we can't really entertain. Almost everyone on our street has the same house, and many of the families have lived here for 30+ years and raised 2 and 3 boys in those houses. How did they do that? Did everyone just have less stuff? I'm really curious how they did it.
Another snowy day tomorrow, but hopefully we can get outside and go sledding now that our temps are closer to the freezing mark. Yay! (I really don't need another day that starts out at 1 degree.)