I swear, my kids were on crack or something - like overthetopwild and bouncing off the walls crazy.
And so, while I wouldn't say that this weekend was warm - by any means - there was some sunshine, and there were bare patches of ground....and in light of another impending storm or two that are potentially on the horizon for this week ---- just, shoot me now ----- two different times these past two days we bundled the Hoolies and threw them in the car to find a place where they could just run wild for an hour or two and get the stink blown off of them.
Holy run-on sentence.
One of those kinds of posts, methinks...
It's Monday, after all.
|Notice the child on the far right. Whirling. Wild Child. Of Crazy.|
|Same child. Jumping INTO a tree.|
For all of us.
|Again. Same Child. Scaling...and falling out of...a tree.|
It teases us with the promise of spring, and then it blasts us with a few more weeks of winter, first.
But, this weekend, we took March up on her "tease," and we bundled up well...
And for just a few hours, we ran wild.
We tasted Spring.
We blew the stink of sedentation off of our bodies.
For just a few hours, the kids didn't hear their Mama on repeat yelling: "Oh my word!! Chill. Out!"
And we pretended it was Spring.
This large and in charge Mama also took a somewhat amazing digger on the ice during one of these adventures...which came as no surprise, because with each and every baby in womb, I have christened them with a somewhat significant fall....you know, just to ease them into what life is going to be like on the outside...
But, that's a story for another day.