Sun days

Public and Christian schools have snow days off but we homeschoolers chug along, freezing our patooties off while wearing down erasers and cuttings paper to bits in our own living rooms.

I much prefer to take an occasional "SUN day". Just to call it even. ;-)

It was 55 degrees today and beautifully golden--a far cry from the 18 inches of snow dumped on us a few weeks ago (which still remains). I celebrated by painting my toes, shaving my legs and declaring today a SUN day...I figured after about a month of on again/off again sickness and an entire season of on again/on again snow and ice, we were about due for some FRESH AIR.

Because, seems to me, FRESH AIR is just about the best thing for children. AND cooped up Mamas too, come to think of it.

We went to the park with lunch and bikes and spent the afternoon. I had never brought bikes to a park before but let me just say: it was SO great.


The older two sped around the park on their bikes while I speed walked behind them with the stroller, trying to keep up. I figured one trek around would tire out the Panda but we ended up circling the park three or four times!

Talk about good exercise-for everyone! It felt so crazy good to be outside and energetic.


I think it is so funny how her sweater matches the door and her shoes match the wall in this photo.

Adele' stayed in the stroller the whole time and, despite the appearance of this photo:


really enjoyed herself. In fact, I was reintroduced to her deep-throated belly laugh after a month long hiatus. It was music to my ears.

Since I am now in my second trimester and starting to feel like I am starting to show (at 15 weeks), I figured it was about time for my first Smooch picture.

Remember how I confessed that I hate having my pictures taken because I am SO UNPHOTOGENIC?!?!

And remember how everyone said "Oh NO! That isn't true! You look lovely! Stunning! Wonderful!" and I laughed and sneered and chuckled because I knew the truth and you wouldn't believe it?

Well.

HA.

This is my laughing, outloud, sharing my dorkdom with the world. Sorry Smooch. You are being born to a dork.

no. A Dork with a capital D.

WHAT is up with my mouth?! I guess I was hungry enough after all that exercise to just chomp away my lower lip. YUM.

And oh-BY THE WAY. I am NOT growing a goatee. Or maybe I ought to have aimed the razor up toward my face and not down toward my toes. That COULD be.

Here I am looking slightly less dorky, but obviously, not very pregnant since I didn't seem to quite fit Smooch in the picture. (It was that gargantuan yellow flower pin that was hogging all the space in the frame.)