**Long contented sigh......**
It's snowing. It's beautiful. I'm by the fire blogging and listening to Christmas music. The Christmas Tree lights glow softly down the stairs into the den and the smell of Irish Creme hot chocolate wafting from my mug tickles my nose with the promise of chocolatey goodness. Mmmmm. I love my new house.
I love it even though the garage is mostly full of "miscellaneous" boxes and it's going to take a lot of work to get them unpacked since their contents all go to different rooms. I love it even though the seals around the front door are missing and the cold air pours in. I love it even though the microwave mounted above the range takes 25 minutes to defrost a chicken breast and won't cook popcorn.
I love it because of the fireplace I can turn on and off when I have to leave the room. I love it because I can't hear the guys playing video games when I want to read by the Christmas Tree. I love it because I don't have to scrape the foot of snow outside off of my car, which lies safely in the attached garage. I love it because I don't have to constantly shush Pumpkin and the boys after Princess goes to bed at 6:30 pm. I love it because my cupboards are new and have slide-out drawers which make it terribly convenient to cook and clean. Dare I say "fun" to cook and clean. I love my giant shower with two shower heads. I love the soft, plush carpet and the wainscoting in the den. I love, love, love my laundry room. I'm in love with my house.
In another note, Princess has been sick for two weeks and it looks like she's finally coming out of it. She picked the worst possible time to have high fevers, constant diarrhea, a cranky and clingy disposition, and trouble sleeping at night. But we got through it. One positive note for Princess: she got to eat as many bananas, "Na-na", as she wanted. She thought she was in heaven. Usually they constipate her, but she's been having oatmeal, toast, bananas and crackers for almost two weeks and they've barely been keeping a handle on her excrement. Gross, I know, but such is the life of a mom. Poop galore.
The kids wanted to go outside in the snow this morning and since we haven't left the house besides church in several days, I assented. It took me 20 minutes to find their snow clothes in boxes and get them dressed. We spent a total of 7 minutes outside. It was still snowing, very cold, and much windier up here by the canyon. But we went outside, doggone-it. Of course there was 10 minutes of crying after we got inside because they were cold and wanted hot chocolate. But that's how memories are made, right? They remember the 7 minutes of outside play and I remember the 30 minutes of prep and clean-up.
Could life be any funner?
