Stopping In

I've come to terms with the fact that I am not a very good blogger.  In actuality, the only consistent thing about this is how very inconsistent I am.  It's a pretty good picture of my life, however, so I'm not worrying about it.  I tend to do things in spurts or seasons, and when the season has run its course, I do something else for a while before I come back.  Right now I'm in a reading season, and I'm finding myself staying on the treadmill much longer than intended each day because it's the place I can read, uninterrupted, and feel like I'm still doing something at the same time.  At this rate, my reading list for this year is going to be whittled down quickly!  (My waist, too, I hope?)

There's no way I can sum up what's gone on here the last two months very fully, but here are some highlights:

We spent our holidays drawing roads, painting, building Legos, and other assorted crafty things;

made a lot of yummy food (which is why I'm now on the treadmill daily!)

went on dates with the kids--Addie's choice was always Target/Starbucks, smart girl!;

did all the customary shopping, wrapping, giving, and hosting we always do at Christmas;

took a staycation after Christmas to rest up from a whirlwind week of Christmas services;

washed the cat (just kidding!);

visited with family (building Legos at basketball practice with my dad);

and more family (at the library with my mom);

chopped down one of our dead oak trees and split firewood;

took pictures of us that would've turned out cute if we hadn't looked like Smurfs!;

and welcomed my best friend's newest little one, Shepherd, last night!

Now we're trying to get back in the swing of things:  school, cleaning, cooking, etc.  I only undecorated the Christmas tree yesterday--which is ridiculous, I know, but there it is--and somehow still feel like it's Christmas break.  Except that it was 70 degrees here yesterday, and my heart is longing for spring.  It's an odd place to be in, and one that defies much productivity.  But that's okay; winter is for library visits, chicken soup (middle child is down with a stomach bug today); movies, and much snuggling in to read books, draw pictures, build Legos, and play with our crazy cat.

That's all that's going on around here.  Nothing big, nothing exciting, nothing even remotely productive. I love it.
I hope you're having a similarly lovely winter, too!
Until next time,
Sarah