Not "having" to take photos every day has been quite liberating. There are days that I still feel guilty for not doing so, but whatever. Maybe next year I'll do another project 365.
3/2: It's Morphin' Tiime!
The Small Human's Power Rangers obsession still runs strong after two years. He has this gigantic bin of the things, with many of the generations of 'em. I know one of the generations he's playing with is Samurai, but hell if I know what the other one is. The rest of the Rangers, FYI, are dumped in a huge pile in another section of the living room.
The Small Human still wonders why we make him clean up his toys all by himself. Maybe one day he'll learn to put shit away before it becomes an unmanageable pile.
3/3: Snowstorm #658. Or something.
At least this one was just a dusting. But it's March, for Pete's sake! Go away, snow! You are no longer welcome!
And I know for sure when we have a heat wave of 90+ degrees this summer, I'll be bitching about that, too.
3/4: Swim Class
The Small Human is taking swim lessons again this spring. His summer camp doesn't give lessons, and I think knowing how to swim is very important. I'm not sure if he's in the right group of kids, or if he should have been in the group for less experienced swimmers. Last year, he could jump in the pool and successfully swim to the side. This year? Not so much. I guess he forgot some skills over the past year. Regardless, he's having fun and loves swimming.
3/7: Modern antiquity
I found these on the shelf at the local pharmacy. I didn't know that they still made these things.
3/8: Big Apple Circus
We visited my brother and SIL on Saturday to see the circus. Of course, the Small Human starts off by saying he hates the circus and that he didn't want to go. Never mind that he'd never been to a circus before and has no idea what a circus was. By the time the show was done, he, of course, declared it "Awesome!". Watching the tight rope walkers was one of the more incredible parts of the show. I could post more photos, but I'll leave that to Facebook. Once I get around to it.
3/12: A warning, and a sign of spring
It was a lovely day. I got to visit a friend in the morning. She has a basket of chocolates on her desk, so she put a warning on it for anyone who observes Lent. I don't. So I had a chocolate.
Despite the myriad of snow storms this winter, we had two days of weather in the 60's before the weather descended into a high of 29 again.. Instead of spending time cleaning the house, I decided a walk in the park was in order. The day before, I spent an hour on a walk. Today's stroll was much shorter only 40 minutes long. But on this walk, I found evidence that spring is on it's way:
The photo is a bit blurry, but those are buds on that tree branch. I can't wait for them to bloom into beautiful flowers!
3/15: Sunrise, and a Purim Play
Saturday mornings I go to kickboxing. But before kickboxing, there's Weight Watchers. (On a side note, having to weigh in with breakfast in my belly is a bummer.) So I get up at 6 AM to get my day started. As I went to fetch the morning paper, I saw this.
That night we celebrated Purim:
This year's theme was Billy Joel and Elton John. At one point, the rabbi's son came out on stage, decked out in a sequined suit a la Elton John and played a few songs on the piano. That photo is pretty blurry (even blurrier than this one), so I left it out of this blog. At that point, my son, who had been having a good time, declared it "boring." Probably because he wasn't able to see "Elton" from where he was. Later on, we had a ton of hamantaschen. They had a dance party, too, complete with a DJ. At that point, Purim became fun for him again. My son boogied down, complete with doing the worm on the floor. How he learned breakdancing techniques, I'll never know. He certainly didn't learn it from me or from Hubby. After a few songs, the Small Human, red faced from the exertion, retreated to a chair. He insisted he wasn't tired, despite it being past his bedtime. We headed home anyway, and he slept soundly that night.
Next blog post in two weeks or so. See you then!
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