It's bright and sunny here this morning. The snow is slowly melting away leaving patches of grass poking though and muddy brown is taking over the landscape. It's a lovely day to go outside and play, actually. I've fallen off the wagon. I inadvertently gave up coffee for two weeks when I was sick over the holidays and was contemplating making that change permanent I had my first return cup yesterday. It was divine and a large mug is perched very close to me this morning. I've only made a little bit of progress on my belated-Christmas-gift hat this week. It's a very fast knit, really, and the pattern is easy to memorize, so when I do get a chance to sit down it progresses pretty quickly. I'd really like to get it off the needles and in the mail this week. I think I can! I think I can!
I'm scrambling to get several books finished up in order to return them to the library. The fines are accumulating! I'm most enjoying The Language of Art. Its primary audience is the art educator and I'm new to the principles of Reggio principles, but it's a wonderful book; easy to follow and with suggestions I feel I can actually implement. I've never thought of myself as a neat-freak and if you saw my house you would never accuse me of spending too much time cleaning. However, I really hesitate in letting Silas get as messy as a little boy really should. I'm not sure what my hang-up is, but I'm working on it. We haven't really delved much into things like finger paints. Soon...soon.
Joining Ginny at Small Things.