We (and by 'we' I mean New Hampshire) are expected to get between eleven and twenty inches in the current storm. That does not count the three inches that we got yesterday morning. At least I am in good company. It seems like the entire country is getting snow. (Except Colorado. Sorry, Kate.) Luckily, we are scheduled to fly to Florida on Friday evening. Lucky for multiple reasons. The obvious being: We are getting out of the snow for heaven's sake. We are also lucky we will miss all of the snow storm flight cancellations, if weather predictions hold.
You might be wondering about the handsome young man who graces the beginning of this morning's post. That is Paul. And he is sleeping. And I'm not sure if those are nipples or arms. I didn't ask. But I couldn't be a prouder Mamma. Ella and I were drawing together yesterday, and all of a sudden I look over at her creation and see... something resembling a human! Imagine my shock. About a month ago she started drawing recognizable people, but this is by far her best work. And in the true spirit of parenthood, I began thinking of all the ways that I have helped mold that sweet child to arrive at the pinnacle of her two and a half year old potential today. And then I told myself that I was probably wrong, and she was just born brilliant. And then I self-talked a little about how Ella is just normal and normal is okay, and childhood is not a competition, and it doesn't matter what other two and a half year old's are drawing, so don't get on the internet to see if she is developmentally ahead of or behind her peers on this one.
It's a constant battle. All right there inside my brain.
Wish me luck as I wage my own personal war against competitive parenting.
And if you want to help: Please do not tell me about how your newborn slept through the night at five weeks. Or ask me what I am typically doing with my eleven month old at three in the morning.
HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY!