We are two days away from the vernal equinox, the first day of spring; this morning, it snowed.
In other news, Elise is sick, Peter is sick, Clemetine and Sam have ear infections, but both seem on the mend. I, on the other hand (knock heavily on wood or wood veneer), have seem to have stayed above the fray. I hope this isn't a sign that I float above my family and outsiders don't take it as a signal that I don't delve into the trenches, roll my shirt sleeves up and dive elbow-deep into rivers of blood, sweat, baby tears, phlegm, slimey poop, reconstituted raisins and regurgitated Cheerios. Neither are true. I'm just lucky, I guess. For now. Knock knock.
After Elise showed Sam and Peter the Madagascar 2 video clip on the blog, Peter has expanded his movie quote to: "The good news is landing immediately. The bad news is crash landing immediately." How many three year olds know how to say 'immediately'??
On Saturday, we attempted to go to Phinny's house to attend his birthday brunch, but our path was blocked by the DC Rock 'n ' Roll marathon. It was the first time I had ever been on the other side, and for a split moment I could see why most of humanity despises runners. I appreciated the irony of being on the other side, my morning ruined by road blocks even if I could not appreciate brunch. After an hour and a half of trying to navigate around the marathon course which Elise had downloaded onto her iPhone, we gave up, realizing we would basically have to drive all the way back to Northern Virginia and start over on the beltway.
Yesterday (in addition to running around like a leprechaun golfer), I took the boys to the park in the freezing cold and made them run around so everyone would take much needed naps. Pete assumed the role of his alter ego, Cheetah Man, and ran wind sprints while I somehow was able to convince Sam that a broken-down Fisher Price lawnmower actually cut grass after which point he refused to leave the playground until he had finished cutting the grass. Even so it worked, and after chicken noodle soup cooled to a palatable temperature by ice cube mini-icebergs and hot chocolate not-too-hot, everyone went down for nap and I went for a run, tiny ice particles bouncing off my cheeks and forehead.
We were stuck inside for the rest of the day, suffering cabin fever. It seems the lack of spring even made building Legos difficult, the pieces we needed to complete certain designs no doubt were still in hibernation and no where to be found.
It seems everyone is in a holding pattern for spring. Perhaps, spring too has been sequestered, and its landing cannot be facilitated due lack of funding.