Yesterday it snowed in the mountains. We could see the distinct white line halfway down the towering hills behind our house but we only had rain at our house.

Isaac was so excited he said, “Now we can go skiing!”

I told him we had to wait until there was a lot more snow. ” We have to wait until there is this much snow at our house,” holding out my hands about a foot apart to show how deep it needed to be.

So this morning we woke up to this.

So again, I heard, “Yea, now we can go skiing.”

So my words had come to fruition but how to explain that the ski resorts need to have enough accumulation at the base until they opened? I told him that we needed to wait until there was even more up in the mountains or else we’d have too many rocks and sticks in our way.

“But I can just ski around them,” was his reply.

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I was trying to get Leah to sing for you all. She didn’t want to cooperate. Her giggle alone is cute enough to share though.

We did manage to capture the Hello Song. I’ve been wanting to record this for a couple weeks now, for posterity. I think it’s technically called The Welcome Song. It’s Leah’s favorite. Please ignore my singing and my barking dog.

…just for the morning.

The day after I hurt my finger I had one of the worst day’s I’d had in a long time. I was boo-hooing at everything that came my way. I was unable to cope with much. Do you know that feeling? Do you ever have those kinds of day?

The gauze I had wrapped my finger in became dried/glued on to my wound with platelets. I had no idea how to get it off and it hurt like… the dickens, I tell you! I tried cutting, pulling and soaking. I was super frustrated and upset about it all. Mad at my self, I guess, for letting it happen. After hours of soaking it I finally managed to pull it off.

The next day I wanted to escape a bit. I headed up one of my favorite canyons to discover this…

Amazing beauty!

My life is over as I know it.

As the light of dawn threatened to touch the early morn, long before the creeping sun dare crest the great mountains to the east of my window, I was awakened by a faint sound. It was the sound of metal. A sound that I immediately recognized.  A sound I did not want to hear at that unearthly hour. It was a gentle touch but none the less, undesirable.

The sound was consistent. I doubted that there was any chance the sound would stop. I knew the body that was making the sound would not, at any time, stop and fall to the ground unconsciously in sleep as I found myself wishing it would.

The sound was that of tiny 18 month old fingers, reaching up to a door knob. It was the 18 month olds very own door knob. And that meant only one thing.

The touch of the door now was joined with some non-rhythmic beating. Not the sound of a usual knock but of a wee child demanding freedom and extraction from its sleeping chamber. As the racket built in loudness there was soon sounds of a muffled yelling. “Mawwww-mmmah!”

The time passed for ignoring the sound. I then heard sounds of someone rising from their bed, opening the captive’s door, which brought sounds of  joy and laughter at the liberation. Small feet ran to me. The small fingers clamored onto me as they scaled the bedside.

Leah can now climb out of her crib.

I have been feeling a super duper hatred towards my computer lately. It hasn’t done anything awful, hasn’t offended me, hasn’t stopped working. Nothing like that…. I just am hating sitting here spending time staring at this glaring screen with my wrist aching, my shoulders pinching and my bum flattening.

Does the clock tick faster when I’m on the computer?

Does the house fall apart quicker while I sit here?

It’s a stage. It will pass. I’ve been here before. I will soon fall back in love…

Maybe next week.

But for now I’d much rather curl up with Jane Eyre, a throw quilt made with love by my momma, and box of donuts (any box will do).