In no particular order, some things that happened in February-ish.
The Kid turned eight. I had a lot of feels about this, but they can mostly be summed up thusly:
OHMYGOD, he’s so old. OHMYGOD, I’m so old. OHMYGOD, he’s going to be moving out before I blink and we can’t keep putting off ALLOFTHETHINGS until they’re more convenient because we’re going to run out of time.
We had a party at home, which mostly involved 10 boys running amok with Beyblades. I threw some pizza, juice boxes, and a giant cookie at them at the appropriate time, and I was left feeling that I am very capable for this new stage of “throwing a birthday party”.
Later, he asked me to retell his birth story. I paused a second to collect my memory, and he took the time to begin on his own, “I mean, I know how it starts,” he said, assuming the posture of a shaman sitting around a campfire. “I was born on a Sunday afternoon, out of your vagina….”
I guess it was something like that.
Because there wasn’t enough snow in our lives already, we drove an hour over to Weston one Sunday and took the kids snow tubing with the Kid’s Cub Scout troop.
If you don’t go in expecting Colorado, it’s a nice spot to spend a winter afternoon. We happily sledded down the hill—and rode the conveyor belt back up, yay!—for about 3 hours. Although we didn’t have time or inclination to try it that day, the kids were both super interested in watching ski school, so that may have to go on next winter’s list of outings.
But, speaking of Cub Scout stuff, I also want to talk about this year’s pinewood derby.
Last year, the Kid’s car did pretty well. He didn’t place, but he did win several heats and generally got pretty far in the competition.
This year, not so much.
Don’t let that cheesy smile for Mom’s camera fool you, he was pretty disappointed. Nonetheless—with just a leetle nudging from the parents—he did a good job of cheering for his friends and losing with grace. Good lessons learned.
And then Sweet Husband went to Tucson for a week for work and we had 2 1/2 snow days and things got a little crazy there but we basically made it through without killing each other.
And I also knitted a pile of baby songbird nests. (For Operation Wildlife. Quick, fun, easy, stash busting.)
And that was February. Except for the Hawaii part. Which is coming, stay tuned.