Monday, February 09, 2015

checkerboard month

It's disconcerting, this constant flipping of weather patterns. The freeze, the snow, the freeze, the warmup, the freezing drizzle, the clouds, the clouds, oh! -- the clouds! And then, like today -- the radiant sunshine! We're used to cold winter shere, but we're also spoiled by typically long periods of clear winter skies. This year? Well, tomorrow we get the "wintry mix" again.

But we need not go there yet. Let's pause for a while on this sunny day. Forget about car buying! (I can say this after spending the earliest hours looking at today's listings. Uff! More of the same: if I like it, you can be sure the price is wrong!)

Okay, put aside car searches. We pause for a very sunny and cheerful breakfast. Ed stepped out of his comfort zone and said all sorts of nice things about little Snowdrop and grandparenting and even the crib toys that were in his field of vision and so he scored a reserve of brownie points that I will surely retrieve in moments when he, like Isie boy, seems baffled by the whole experience of tending to a newborn.


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The cheepers, too, appreciate the sunshine. Butter and Brownie run toward me when they see me coming down the path -- a sweet gesture of appreciation for the treats I always have for them.


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And I think little Snowdrop, too, appreciates the sunshine. At her home, when, during my visit, I take her to the window (southern exposure), she becomes mesmerized by the sunny world out there. Soon, little one! Soon we'll be walking the park paths, taking in the world of tall oaks, squirrels and chirping birds.

For now, we stay inside.

And oh, is she ready for play!

Hey, Snowdrop, if I lie down on the floor, can we do a selfie? Stripes on stripes!


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The cats watch. The room is bathed in sunlight!


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Little Snowdrop puts her entire soul into working on a smile!


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Yeah!


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So you don't (I don't) (really) care (that much) that tomorrow the sun will disappear once more. That the roads will be slick. That colder air will follow. Inside, there's a world of grinning yellow dinosaurs and delighted (and delightful) little ones. And that's a beautiful thing.

10 comments:

  1. Love the Ed-love! and the stripes on stripes...treasures all.

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    1. Who says you cant teach an old guy new ways!

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  2. Babies -- and especially adorable ones like Snowdrop -- do have a way of winning over everyone, even Ed! What a very lovely family brunch: lovely family and lovely brunch.

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    1. I've never met a baby that is not in some way adorable! And your children's babes -- oh my! Weird how they seem off the scale cute!

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  3. Stripes on stripes and a real laugh... never mind the cars or the coming wintry mix! Made my Tuesday morning sunshine for sure.

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    1. It's as if Snowdrop and I consult in the morning! :)

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  4. Don't they though! (Babies, putting their all into working up a smile)

    I could see that just the face time and mimicking expressions was baby-work for Cadence. If you go on too long you can just see the effort is beginning to tell. Fortunately the little human critters are good at giving signals and we grow adept at reading them.

    Love the Dino-jammies! Love the striped selfie. Makes your boobs look bigger. Haha! If that's entirely inappropriate on Ocean, just delete. :)

    Enjoy your day today, even if it's dishwater gray like ours.

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    1. Your comment, including and perhaps especially the one on the selfie, fits right into Ocean's positive modality!

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  5. Those two cats of theirs are so beautiful... the one with the black spots especially. It's nice that Snow is growing up around animals. Even around chickens soon... now how many little girls grow up around chickens these days?

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    1. Good point! I can see it: Snowdrop being sent to retrieve the eggs!

      The black spotted cat has some Siamese blood in him. But it's the gray one who wins me over with his friendliness. (There's also a third cat -- the queen herself who rules this house and has no patience for the newcommers.) When the two came to my daughter's home, they did nothing but hide in the deepest recesses of closets. No one ever saw them. Now -- let's just say they've really changed!

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