Yesterday, May 16, I saw the first robin of spring. Today, May 17, it is snowing. Again.
Matt worked four ten-hour days this week instead of five eights, so while the longer days at home alone with the fussy child were at times trying, we are sure enjoying our long weekend so far! Little Bear decided that there would be none of this sleeping in nonsense happening, so we were all up and showered and caffeinated (Matt was, at least) early enough to make a nice breakfast and plan out the next few days.
You know that you have a rare and wonderful husband when the federal tax refund comes in the mail and he says, "Well, we better go shoe shopping." We both do need new running shoes, but to hear those words come out of his mouth... priceless.
Speaking of words... I dearly wish I had a recording of the conversation the other evening when Matt was trying to wrap his mind around the idea that some women I know liked Loki (Tom Hiddleston) better than Thor (Chris Hemsworth). It went from denial: "No. No, I don't believe you. Even I can tell that he's... That... And I'm a guy!" to incredulity: "But really? He's slimy, and, and weasely, slimy and weasely, and he stabbed an old man, and they still like him better?" to defeat: "I had such hope in humanity... My night has been ruined!" All while I lay on the floor, laughing so hard I was crying, and Little Bear crawled around staring at his strange parents.
We had planned to take Little Bear back to the park to let him play on the swings again today after noon mass, but unless the weather undergoes a serious attitude adjustment, it doesn't seem likely anymore. It's fortunate that he isn't old enough to have understood when we were making those plans! Otherwise we would have a very unhappy little boy on our hands.
There is about a month left before Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year and traditionally a part of one of the hottest weeks of our summer. We aren't quite sure what that will look like this year... Is it just going to keep snowing all summer? Will we really have a year with no days in the 90s or 100s? If it snows on Solstice, would it actually be dark that night?
One of my hands-down favorite sounds is coming from the other room right now: Little Bear and Matt both shouting with laughter as they play together. I know that Matt worried about being able to interact with a child before Little Bear was born, since he hadn't had any experience with babies, but he has never had any trouble entertaining and playing with Little Bear. And Little Bear knows that Daddy is fun: When Matt gets home in the evenings, Little Bear will drop whatever he is doing and crawl for the door, laughing and shouting "Dada!"
Have a wonderful weekend, hopefully warmer than ours! Thanks to Jen at ConversionDiary.com for hosting!