Well, when you raise kids free range, you might have to say something like that. “Don’t swim in the pond in February, even if you are wearing you warm winter jacket!” You wouldn’t think I would need to say this even once to children when the pond was frozen over just the day before. I had to say it twice, to two different children, at separate times, in one day.
Oh, wait, you thought they were wading in with their boots on? No, no. That would be lame and ridiculous. No. They were swimming. Fully submerged.
After a warm shower and a scolding for leaving their soaking, pond water jackets on the mud room floor, they decided to put those Palomar Mountain sleds to good use. I expect more soggy, frozen boys running into the house with a story of an unstable sled that threw them into the water.
Speaking of boys, these particular boys now have their room put together and cozy. Judah picked out the bedding and decided where everything went. We are pretty proud of that closet, since the room had no closet when we moved in.
Their room is like a bunk house. It’s a boy’s paradise. It’s so far away from any female voices that I must bellow at them for them to hear me from down stairs. BUT, I did discover a way to infiltrate their lair. If I go into my closet and call them in a reasonable voice, they can, unfortunately for them, hear me.
The boys and cats still come to our bed for morning snuggles. Well, and the dogs. It’s a lot like this in the mornings:
Or like this:
Or this:
February in Missouri is all about showing off all the weather it can do. This means that while it was chilly and showed a sprinkle last week, it turned warm and downright balmy this weekend until today we found ourselves at Bakerville buying Baker Creek Heirloom seeds! Sun’s out. Must be time to garden!
Hang on a sec, it’s going to snow in a few days. I moved here for this weather. It’s only just beginning to get crazy!
When it does get crazy, we are happy to have our little storm shelter. I ventured over to it today. It looks like a cute little Hobbit hole, and inside I found something brilliant and wonderful! Not only is this the storm shelter, it is the place where the pressure tank is housed, and a cute little vintage heater is keeping those pipes from freezing. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where that pressure tank was!
We have also explored a bit more of our little woods east of the house. Vines grow among the trunks and berries are still trying to survive the winter. We have had more than 2 inches of rain since we got here 10-ish days ago, and little streams and tiny fairy ponds make the ground glitter and mushy. We are learning to step carefully lest we disturb secret places.
Well, the burn barrel has finally arrived at our house. Judah and I made the appropriate holes in it, we scavenged bricks from around the property, and today was the day the boys took care of that pile of cardboard for us. Judah diligently taught Atticus how close to stand, not to breathe the smoke, how high the flames should be allowed to go, and how to throw the pieces in without being burned. Sorting trash is Atticus’s job, and he has come to the realization that most of our trash is paper, and so his job is very important. They boys are thrilled that this job involves lighter fluid, but were disappointed that the entire barrel didn’t explode upon ignition. These boys are taking to Missouri life quite well!
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