Friday, January 12, 2018

In Defense of Winter

I woke up this morning and put on leggings, fuzzy socks, and a tunic-length sweater. I dressed my baby girls in sweet warm sweaters, buttoned up A’s flannel for him, and snuggled us all up on the couch with blankets and picture books about snow while I nursed Baby D.


Everybody played together while I made oatmeal and a steaming mug of chai tea.

We cleaned up after breakfast and then we all pulled on coats and boots so we could have an adventure. We trudged through the snow to explore and to move our bodies. We felt and heard that beloved crunch under our feet. We admired the girls’ purple coats popping so fiercely in the foreground of this monochromatic world around us. We looked for animal tracks, lined up our boot prints to determine whose were biggest (mine) and smallest (C’s), and played pretend.

We had soup and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch, and then we all snuggled up for more book-and-blanket time before naps… and now here I am.


Leggings, fuzzy socks, my favorite sweater. Sleeping, fleece-pajama-clad baby girls snoring all around me. Snow falling in fat flakes out the window, quiet writing time with a view. The sound of pages turning in the other room—quiet time for a little boy who made me promise that their post-nap snack would be hot chocolate and bananas. 

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