February is famous for giving us weather surprises and though today wasn't a great shocker one way or another, still, I was surprised how cold it was outside. No, I swear, it's not just me getting tired of winter (though I am slightly miffed at the lack of good snow once again this year). It just felt cold.
(Obviously you could not tell this by looking at Ed at breakfast time.)
I had a morning date with Snowdrop and her mom: there is, in the wintertime, a musical program for young children at our performing arts center. It's free and it encourages listening and movement and it's a great way to spend a cold weekend day with your young one.
Snowdrop is just out of the tub when I arrive to pick them up, but we bundle her up for the ride over, scarf and leg warmers included. She's happy as anything to be going out on an adventure.
At the theater, she is captivated by the crowds, the music, the orange slices a kind neighbor shares...
And she taps her foot (as instructed by the person on stage)...
...and is in great spirits! This is what good adventures are made of.
There she is, leaving the auditorium.
After dropping Snowdrop and mommy off at their home, I have another errand -- one which was born out of a drive by the farm fields just to the east of us. As in most years, there had been some melting and freezing taking place just at the lowest point. This is slightly amusing, as a development is slated to go in there soon and it leaves us wondering whether there'll be some wet basements in the these parts.
For now, there are the ubiquitous cornfields of the midwest. With the frozen "pond" at their base.
I had commented that it would be fun to skate between the stalks and of course Ed thought that was a splendid idea. Anything to get me back on skates! (He himself doesn't ice skate at all but he likes to nudge me toward my forgotten hobbies and sports.)
But my skates are old and rusty!
They can be fixed.
They probably don't fit -- my foot has gotten wider...
You could try.
I do try. They still fit. They're rusty. Ed removes most of the rust and hands them over to a local hockey shop for sharpening.
And so on my way from the theater, I pick up the skates and head for the fields.
On the one hand, it is an exciting prospect. I'm a confident life long skater and I imagine this will be somewhat adventurous but easy.
It's adventurous alright, but my oh my, does the wind kick in!
Skating toward the camera (perched on a limb for a timed release) is like fighting off an invading army of invisible particles. And the stalks keep appearing out of nowhere. I swear Hans Brinker had it easier on those beautiful, clear canals. After a few minutes I give up, resolving to take my skates to one of the many wonderful skating places in Madison's outdoor parks in the days ahead. Just not while the winds are gusting at fierce levels.
Evening. Snowdrop is at the farmhouse for the night and she is on a roll of wonderfulness and sure, that's grandma talk, but really she has her days and this day definitely is one of her grand days.
(Asking to be seated for our home made pizza supper -- something that she associates with her overnights here.)
(Very politely, she tells me many times how much she loves the pizza.)
She is full of energy, but she also takes time out to color with ahah...
And she is fascinated with our PBS show on polar bears. ...Because this week was, after all, very much about polar bears...
She dances, she darts, she kicks up her feet and spins round and round.
And I'm sure she is exhausted, but you'd never know it. Except I do know it. When I lay her down in her crib bed, she offers no protest.
Sweet dreams little one. Sweet dreams to my family, to Ed. To friends, to strangers, to all good people everywhere.
(Obviously you could not tell this by looking at Ed at breakfast time.)
I had a morning date with Snowdrop and her mom: there is, in the wintertime, a musical program for young children at our performing arts center. It's free and it encourages listening and movement and it's a great way to spend a cold weekend day with your young one.
Snowdrop is just out of the tub when I arrive to pick them up, but we bundle her up for the ride over, scarf and leg warmers included. She's happy as anything to be going out on an adventure.
At the theater, she is captivated by the crowds, the music, the orange slices a kind neighbor shares...
And she taps her foot (as instructed by the person on stage)...
...and is in great spirits! This is what good adventures are made of.
There she is, leaving the auditorium.
After dropping Snowdrop and mommy off at their home, I have another errand -- one which was born out of a drive by the farm fields just to the east of us. As in most years, there had been some melting and freezing taking place just at the lowest point. This is slightly amusing, as a development is slated to go in there soon and it leaves us wondering whether there'll be some wet basements in the these parts.
For now, there are the ubiquitous cornfields of the midwest. With the frozen "pond" at their base.
I had commented that it would be fun to skate between the stalks and of course Ed thought that was a splendid idea. Anything to get me back on skates! (He himself doesn't ice skate at all but he likes to nudge me toward my forgotten hobbies and sports.)
But my skates are old and rusty!
They can be fixed.
They probably don't fit -- my foot has gotten wider...
You could try.
I do try. They still fit. They're rusty. Ed removes most of the rust and hands them over to a local hockey shop for sharpening.
And so on my way from the theater, I pick up the skates and head for the fields.
On the one hand, it is an exciting prospect. I'm a confident life long skater and I imagine this will be somewhat adventurous but easy.
It's adventurous alright, but my oh my, does the wind kick in!
Skating toward the camera (perched on a limb for a timed release) is like fighting off an invading army of invisible particles. And the stalks keep appearing out of nowhere. I swear Hans Brinker had it easier on those beautiful, clear canals. After a few minutes I give up, resolving to take my skates to one of the many wonderful skating places in Madison's outdoor parks in the days ahead. Just not while the winds are gusting at fierce levels.
Evening. Snowdrop is at the farmhouse for the night and she is on a roll of wonderfulness and sure, that's grandma talk, but really she has her days and this day definitely is one of her grand days.
(Asking to be seated for our home made pizza supper -- something that she associates with her overnights here.)
(Very politely, she tells me many times how much she loves the pizza.)
She is full of energy, but she also takes time out to color with ahah...
And she is fascinated with our PBS show on polar bears. ...Because this week was, after all, very much about polar bears...
She dances, she darts, she kicks up her feet and spins round and round.
And I'm sure she is exhausted, but you'd never know it. Except I do know it. When I lay her down in her crib bed, she offers no protest.
Sweet dreams little one. Sweet dreams to my family, to Ed. To friends, to strangers, to all good people everywhere.
