Well, I do not generally condone temper tantrums and they rarely bring about the desire of the person throwing them. Except, apparently, in this case. My tantrum brought Spring. So I put aside everything else I needed to get done this morning in favor of this:Five days ago there was snow on the ground. Today there is a toddler in a wading pool and--since it's kind of hard to tell--there is water in it! Freezing cold water, yes. But that's hardly the point. I promise I wasn't torturing him by throwing him into a wading pool in 50 degree weather. It's 78 and he climbed in of his accord. Being that I was nearly beside myself with glee, I allowed the following:
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Dare I Utter The Word...Spring?
Oh what a difference five days makes. So remember how I woke up to snow on the first of May? Do you remember my subsequent blog tantrum? I assure you that it was the equivalent of a "lay on the floor kicking and screaming until I get my own way or rupture a blood vessel in my head or fracture my ankles" kind of tantrum. Or maybe I just said something about how mother nature needed to get her act together. Just in case you need a refresher, this was my yard:
Yes that is my son eating a popsicle, at noon, before he had lunch. Why? Because it's Spring. I felt that a popsicle to celebrate such a momentous occasion was the very least I could do. And as we sat together in the sun, he in his wading pool and I on the grass, I could almost smell the ocean...