It was warm enough over the weekend for ice skating. I know, clearly I’m nuts, but I really think it’s best when done on an unseasonable winter day. Thank goodness we skate on commercial ice instead of on random ponds where we would surely break the ice and drown in our preferred weather.
I was thinking earlier that trying to enumerate all the things in my life I should be thankful for would be like trying to climb Mount Everest. There are so many good things in my life and so many of them are thanks to the people in my life who do such great things for me or thanks simply to the goodness of the universe and pure, dumb luck.
So I’m thankful for far too many things to list. But rest assured that I am thankful for it all.
I know I have a better day if I start by moving around, especially with the kids. It’s just so hard sometimes. Plus we have so many days when we need to be somewhere before ten o’clock. If we’re going to get in any school, going out for a hike seems impossible.
That’s the Husband out with us. He may have a weird schedule, but sometimes it has its benefits.
One of our co-ops has done a little homemade yearbook for awhile now and I vowed to introduce the practice to our other one. While the kids were around the fuzzball table at one house, one of the other parents nudged me and was like, they’re all together around that table, I think it needs a yearbook photo.
I don’t think I quite captured it (said as if my iPhone is some awesome action-capturing camera and I’m some serious photographer!). But I like the concentrating look on BalletBoy’s face there, wearing his hilarious winter hat with the heart on it indoors. Fuzzball!
The Husband joined us for what was really a lovely trip to Charlottesville last week. Perfect fall weather and amazing colors. Here’s Mushroom thrilled to have found yet another colonial era kitchen to observe.
And here’s BalletBoy trying out Thomas Jefferson’s bed. Not the real one, of course. It’s the model they have in the children’s room at the visitor’s center.