This weekend was cold, gray, rainy, and foggy...all words that Silas has now added to his vocabulary. Saturday was eggs goldenrod, a full pot of coffee, and many books read under the covers on the couch. This is Silas' current favorite, much to Steve's chagrin; he's easily frustrated by repetition, which is, of course, the very bones of most children's stories. My little boy who so very rarely gets sick has the sniffles and was in bed and asleep by 8:30, a rare occurrence in this house. I'll be honest, I didn't know what to do with myself in those evening hours. I've become so accustomed to having one solitary hour with Steve before Silas has his first waking that I didn't know what to do with three of them.
Sunday added icy rain and more bitter cold to the mix. Another day spent indoors. Papa and little boy spent the afternoon playing while mama did some long anticipated crafting. Then chicken noodle soup for all and early bedtimes. There are only three days left of January and the clock is counting down to a second birthday. Oh, my.
Joining Amanda at The Habit of Being.