We had an amazing winter.  The snow was scarce, the temperatures warm, and we avoided icky germs for the most of it.  Then March came, and brought with it influenza in all its feverish glory.  There’s nothing worse for a mom than seeing your babies sick, but unfortunately, it’s a pretty unavoidable part of the journey.

Please follow the circle along to Teresa’s blog.

 

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Even after the little boys have gone to bed,  and the house is finally quiet, there are still little vestiges of their boyish energy in every corner.   Twice a day, toothbrushes and flossers lie like fallen soldiers on their marble battlefield.  The fine spray spotting the mirror and toothpaste smeared in the sink linger as ever-present remnants of the daily war.

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Now head over to Laura’s blog to see what battles are being fought at her home.

I guess a year is enough time between posts.  I can’t keep up.  Or I don’t.  But we had a wonderful moody day full of fog and fine icy mist.  It was wonderful and rare and turned our familiar paths into otherworldly crystalline landscapes.  The little plants covered in snow resembled ocean coral, and the boys and I played until our cheeks stung from the whip of the wind.

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The kids were home, most of them sick.  I wasn’t feeling that well either. Outside, the sun was shining her heart out, making the snow that was falling off trees and roofs look like diamond dust.  The shimmering crystals were too much to resist so Kashton and I took a few minutes outside to enjoy the beauty of winter.

 

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