I haven’t forgotten about the blog, hopefully you didn’t either. Sometimes life makes you take a short hiatus to focus on other things, in our case, MOVING! That’s right. We live in a new zip code, actually my childhood zip code, and we’re officially hunkering down for the foreseeable future. Which is good, because we were starting to feel a lot like nomads. We almost have a camel too if you squint your eyes pretty good at Eloise.
So much has happened in such a short amount of time. Our November was an explosion of insanity. I can’t wait to share it all, but for now, I’ll just tell you about our awesome snow day. Living in Michigan, a state known for it’s snowy weather, it’s not possible to stay inside all the time with a baby. Especially with a 6 (yeah, she’s 6 now!) year old. So we put Eleni in a fleece sleeper suit, then stuffed her in a furry bear suit, and played outside.
I love winter. Maybe because it presents less of a sunburn threat to my pasty skin. Maybe it’s because a good 85% of my wardrobe is magnificent sweaters and I love making all the warm foods. Maybe it’s because snow is the most magical in all the world.
I’ll give you an example of how much we love winter over here. Chris and I take our trips in the winter. We usually go to Traverse City for his birthday in December, which we sadly have to forgo this year, but we’ve hiked trails, climbed dunes, driven to Munising, climbed waterfalls, and visited National Forests in the winter. We do none of these in the summer. There are no bugs, no burns, and if we get too hot we just get a blast of winter air and we’re good!
So for us, winter is something we look forward to every year. What’s even cooler is watching my daughter run around in the snowy yard I ran around in as a kid. Seeing her build snow forts in the same exact spot my siblings and I built ours a good 15 years ago is something I didn’t know would excite me so much. I had an incredible childhood and being in the spot I have so many great memories makes me feel so much at peace. While we were outside I waved to the neighbors who have attended our high school open houses, mowed our lawn while my Dad was at basic training one summer long ago, and even the one who is our very own “that neighbor.” I know them all.
While everything is so much the same though, it’s about to be so new. I can’t wait to share Ana’s room with you, the same room I had all my childhood, in it’s new glory. Here’s a hint: dead bugs. But for now, here’s something that won’t ever change. Our snow excitement.