It's March. March, I tell you. And we're still slogging through ice and snow and reading weather predictions for ice pellets (didn't pan out, thankfully). At least our first winter back from Okinawa was a good, solid one, with lots of coats and boots and snow-eating and just enough days with frostbite warnings. But I can't keep enough lotion on these hands and pretty soon my finger tips are just going to up and fall off so we're kind of ready to move on, too. Evangeline has moved from "When is it going to snow??" to "Why is winter soooo looooong?" so yeah. And I've obtained a hobby of losing my chapstick and making the Paterfamilias buy me more and more and more. I just feel like we're ready to put a check next to winter.
I had a minor existential crisis the other day when I realized that I'm hitting the big 3-0 this year and, more importantly, my baby girl is turning FIVE. I may or may not have teared up in the middle of choir practice when I realized that.
I've been reading Afghan Post by Adrian Bonenberger, and though to be honest my main motivations for picking it up were obligation (since we know him, and I feel obligated to read books by people we know) and curiosity, I am finding it really interesting and even enlightening, since he had some very similar experiences to my husband. More on this one later. The other book that recently arrived in my life that I'm excited about: Sally Patrick Johnson's A Book of Princesses, which is going to keep both mom and princess-daughter happy.
On the menu: slightly less coffee. Yes, in this house! Thanks to a family-wide bout of the stomach bug followed by a parent-wide nasty sore throat, we've taken our consumption down from two French presses per day (and more) to one, and I'm feeling much healthier.
Speaking of healthier: I just joined the local Masters Swim team and it feels ridiculously good to be back in the pool. Even if 5 AM and freezing freezing weather on my way to the pool does not feel good. I'm already wondering if they have it in Belgium. (Every time I say something about "in Belgium" I have to consciously un-Doctor-Evil my speech pattern.)
Eva and I have officially started homeschoolingish. She's four and a half and we're starting in on an easy kindergarten curriculum. With our next 8 months of life really up in the air (and the possibility of putting her in Belgian school looming) it felt like the right time for some consistent book-learnin', and she is eating it up. Now I finally have an answer for all the DC metro-area moms that ask "But isn't she in school yet??"
We've been doing the "Sonship" study with our church, and let me say this: if you have the chance, do it. (I guess it's a Presbyterian/PCA thing, but at least our church will let you come if you don't attend.) I've been lulled into complacency with many of the studies I've traipsed through in groups recently, but this one gets to the heart of so many matters. The main focus is on grasping what it means to truly be adopted by God.
In the CD player: The Great God and His Big Story by Brook Hills Music. Kids' music, but I love almost all of the tracks (and Eva has assured me that she loves *all* of them.)
The fact that we're leaving in a few months is really starting to set in, and we're hoping to pack in some local sight seeing and history learning and family visiting. And yes, the sadness is setting in too.
Oz is completely obsessed with animals. Bao Bao was what got it started, but now he's into "borillas" and chimps and giraffes and horses (we encountered a mounted policeman at the Lincoln Memorial the other week and Oliver asks to see the picture of him with them all the time). We've realized he probably thinks his stuffed cow that he adores so much is a panda, and I dread the day he realizes it's not the same way I dread the day Eva realizes that "The Fox" is a satirical song.
And finally: we've spent many hours trying to track down the snowy owls that settled down locally as part of this year's irruption. I got a couple of glimpses but nothing to post pictures of. It was exciting and frustrating.
Shock and disappointment that we are not chasing down this horse.