Happy Weekend

xoxo

sleepy kinda week

It just will not stop snowing here. What do I expect? I live in New England......





My snow-covered garden eagerly awaits spring...

During weeks like this, I'm so unmotivated to leave the house.

He loves the monkeys. He coos and squeals as they dance circles above his head. And when they stop, he cries for an encore.

But I did venture out to give the little guy some fresh air.

Of course, getting him geared up (in his lumberjack outfit, as we so appropriately named it), took longer than the walk.

our driveway, pre-snow blowing



our driveway, post- snow blowing... what is that little black thing in the distance, you may ask? why, yes, it's Luna. She was the only one who thought me sane for taking this walk:).



Even as a lifetime New Englander, I can't seem to remember that walking on ice-covered snow with baby strapped to chest = not smart. But, whatthehell.... we did it and survived;).

After all, he is a true New Englander by blood, so he'll have to get used to it;).

And, well, days like these are pretty damn beautiful.

Not that we got far anyway... the warm house was just too inviting, so back in we went.

xoxo

Snow day

Even though I've been home on maternity leave for the past 7 weeks, I can't help but feel my old school-girl-days giddiness at the thought of a snow day. Our state is blanketed in white. My doctor appointment was cancelled, there is no where to go.

We're cozied up inside, a fire heating the house, the little man sleeping in his crib, coffee brewing in the kitchen.

I have a little secret to share with you, a special treat that I like to whip out on certain occasions. It's called egg-in-hole.

You see, I have a Pavlovian response to snow days. It goes like this: I pretty much see the first flake of snow fall from the sky and my mouth starts to water, while images of egg-in-hole run through my brain.

Simply cut a small hole in a slice of bread, butter both sides, stick the bread in a heated skillet, crack an egg in the hole and cook until the egg is just-the-perfect-runniness, douse the whole thing in maple syrup and there you have egg-in-hole. As I said, I reserve it for special occasions (i.e. snow days, sick days, birthdays), but let's face it: I could eat it every day of my life:). It's just one of those things.

Going back to my first sentence of this post, I have been on maternity leave for 7 weeks. Benjamin is seven weeks old. These weeks have flown by. Admittedly, the first few were a complete sleepless, surreal blur, though I've really tried to bask in every second of this little guy's life, but I cannot believe he's been home with us now for seven weeks. He's already changed so much, I cannot even imagine where he'll be in another 7 weeks.

The kid smiles and chats all the time now. He even does this laugh / scream hybrid thing, where he smiles so hard and a funny little squeak escapes from his mouth. I like to think it's because he believes his mama is too funny for words;).

And he just has no control over his body, whatsoever. He holds his head up, true, but he's just discovered his arm/ hand extension and he can't seem to stop hitting himself in the face. It's pretty humorous to watch.

But he is just taking everything in and we can see these changes on a daily basis. It's amazing. Truly amazing.

I hope you're enjoying your day (perhaps also a snow day?) from where you are.

xoxo

Where's Waldo?

Do you remember those books? Okay, so Benjamin doesn't look anything like Waldo, nor is he wearing a hideous striped cap (though he does have one;)), but this photo is somewhat reminiscent of those good ol' days, when I would spend hours searching for the little guy with glasses on several pages of chaotic scenes. Those books were fun:).

Happy new year, lovelies!!