Another dusting of inconsequential snow. Cold winds, below freezing temperatures. Stay indoors weather.
I think about how lovely it would be to take little Snowdrop out for a walk. Not today. certainly not today.
Instead, I turn to farmhouse cleaning, trying to convince myself that I am engaging in a terrific regimen of exercise, working muscle groups that aren't normally called upon to do much. And I don't need a gym -- just a two story house with many surfaces to wipe clean!
Sometimes, that kind of pep talk works. Sometimes.
At breakfast, I relax. I even manage to make Ed laugh. That's a rare event: quiet people tend not to guffaw on a daily basis.
In the afternoon, I visit little Snowdrop. Afternoons almost always offer up her best hours (though I'm told she is also grand in the mornings and too, quite pleasant in the *early* evenings). This is at once terrific for me...
...and a bit of a shame, since I want her to give me her most challenging moments. I need only experience them for the few hours I am there. Lay it on, little Snowdrop! I can take it! But, babies haven't an "On" or "Off" button for fussiness and so I take her in her most delightful state and we have a fine old time admiring toy animals that play music.
At home, Ed and Isie boy are ready for an adventure. No way, Isie boy! You stay home!
It is just a short few minutes before sunset, but Ed and I ignore the hours and set out for our county park again. It's colder today: the wind is sharp and the air feels brittle. But the colors are heavenly ...
A January forest sunset, at its best.
We drive home on rural roads, past field and farm...
... to a warm kitchen where I prepare a supper, stir-frying a bunch of veggies and a few handfuls of small shrimp.
I think about how lovely it would be to take little Snowdrop out for a walk. Not today. certainly not today.
Instead, I turn to farmhouse cleaning, trying to convince myself that I am engaging in a terrific regimen of exercise, working muscle groups that aren't normally called upon to do much. And I don't need a gym -- just a two story house with many surfaces to wipe clean!
Sometimes, that kind of pep talk works. Sometimes.
At breakfast, I relax. I even manage to make Ed laugh. That's a rare event: quiet people tend not to guffaw on a daily basis.
In the afternoon, I visit little Snowdrop. Afternoons almost always offer up her best hours (though I'm told she is also grand in the mornings and too, quite pleasant in the *early* evenings). This is at once terrific for me...
...and a bit of a shame, since I want her to give me her most challenging moments. I need only experience them for the few hours I am there. Lay it on, little Snowdrop! I can take it! But, babies haven't an "On" or "Off" button for fussiness and so I take her in her most delightful state and we have a fine old time admiring toy animals that play music.
At home, Ed and Isie boy are ready for an adventure. No way, Isie boy! You stay home!
It is just a short few minutes before sunset, but Ed and I ignore the hours and set out for our county park again. It's colder today: the wind is sharp and the air feels brittle. But the colors are heavenly ...
A January forest sunset, at its best.
We drive home on rural roads, past field and farm...
... to a warm kitchen where I prepare a supper, stir-frying a bunch of veggies and a few handfuls of small shrimp.
Love how expressive Snowdrop is! Oh, the surprise on her face. And the picture of Ed laughing. That made me smile as he's obviously having a wonderful time. :)
ReplyDeleteSo much of her movement now is reflexive. Unintentional. Which makes it all the more charming!
DeleteDoes Snowdrop "talk" yet when she has her mouth in the "O" shape? Happy baby vocalizations?
ReplyDeleteWhen she is content, she is most often quiet. When she is agitated, you hear a lot of the "eh, eh" sounds as she kicks her legs and arms. Anything louder we call a wail! Which, fortunately, is rare during the daylight hours!
DeleteDitto - Ed's laughter was delightful. The wintry landscapes and a snuggly baby. Wonderful post. Love.
ReplyDeleteI do think he was laughing *at* me, but I'll take laughter in any form or fashion!
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Very nice sunset pics. I wish I could be inspired by your twilight walks, but what MY body tells me is that the waning of the light means cozy time. I turn on all the lights to welcome my husband home...light the candles, turn on Wyoming public radio, choose the wine. If that sounds romantic, it's just because one has different expectations of romance at my age. um, usually.
ReplyDeleteWyoming public radio? Explain!
DeleteI'm trying to think how much romance there is running through Ed's veins.... Still thinking... I'll think of something soon, I'm sure... Still thinking... You'll know, too (because I've complained about it here), that he is completely indifferent to wine. Yep, not much in common! :)
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DeleteJazz Wyoming, a wide-ranging playlist, I'm listening to it now, but actually this particular song is Lawrence-Welky. Bye! This is why I've made several playlists of our own.
We also like jazz out of Tulane University, a little hotter, n'Awlins style
He lets you photograph him eating breakfast every single day - if THAT is not romance and love to the Nth degree, then I don't know what is! xxxxx
ReplyDeleteOh, ditto, Bex!! My husband would NEVER go for that. I'd get scowls!
DeleteI did wonder whether Ed secretly loves that extra bit of attention, being so loved?
They are a great pair!
Babies' On and Off switches... cool thought. As a friend of mine said, 30some years ago, babies come with their own instructions... we have to learn how to read them!
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