The butt-end of winter

So I'm trying out a new iPad app for blogging, and it ate an entry I just wrote so we're trying this again. It's just as we'll the post got eaten, because it was really whiny and I'm sure I would have regretted it had it actually been published. As it is, my more rational self has emerged. You're welcome.

I was whining about being sick of winter, because I am. Sick of it. We got through January which I think most can agree is The Worst, but February has its own shortcomings. Namely the mud, and the cruel way it teases one about spring only to throw snow around for a few more weeks. But it can't last forever, so that's what I'm holding onto.

I was also whining about being stuck inside with two kids who have naps perfectly aligned so as to never be awake at the same time. Which in many ways is a blessing, but it also limits our goings out. And we have cabin fever, you know. So today we're doing some water play to distract us.

James was interested for about 5 minutes before remembering he's trying to solve the puzzle of how to open the gate so he can fall down the stairs.

Lauren however is much more into it. Washing plastic giraffes with purple water must speak to her.

So anyway, that's what we're doing. Now if this post doesn't get eaten, I may start blogging a little more. I've now officially missed another of James' monthly photoshoots, because I'm really good at not doing those.