A few weeks ago, Tim and I went on a little getaway to the Samoset, for no real reason except we both had winter birthdays and we love it there. It's crazy to look at this first picture because when we arrived there was no snow on the ground. And that was the weekend that the SNOW started.
We went out for 5 miles along the ocean, and when we got back...
It looked like this.
And the next morning, it looked like this:
So, we had this incredible weekend where we drank a lot of coffee and watched it snow and stayed in bathrobes.
And the only place really to go was downstairs to the Ice Bar they had set up outside, with ice sculptures and fancy cocktails.
While it was snowing and snowing, we had fantastic meals and good drinks and tons of quiet time by the fire, and life. is. good.
Ever since that weekend we have had a big snow storm every 3 or 4 days.
The snow just keeps piling up.
And we even had back-to-back snow days during the biggest storm, which required sledding dates and donuts and hot chocolate.
The kids are not complaining at all. They love every last inch of it.
We skied/snowboarded every Tuesday during January, and so Tuesdays decided to be the coldest day of the week. We are talking just a couple of degrees, and I mentioned that it might be too cold to ski, but these kids thought nothing of it. They taught me (and continue to teach me) that you can't AVOID things because of winter, you just bundle up and go.
I've been embracing winter as they have. (It's only February, so we are still "embracing" for a few more weeks, until we get to the M word.)
In February, Reed turned EIGHT and I made him this cake. I knew that NO one would ask me if I got the idea for the gorgeous design on Pinterest, and in fact, one little boy asked me: "What is that even supposed to resemble?" It resembles a cake. With gummy worms.
We rented a space, hired a hip-hop/ breakdancing teacher, and 15 friends braved the 4th or 5th (I've lost count) snow storm of the year to come celebrate. It was, in Reed's words: THE BEST BIRTHDAY PARTY EVER. He says that every year.
When the kids get another year older, you can't help but look back. So, here's a little Reedo Retrospective.
What an adventure it is to raise this boy. Reed is fiercely independent, and his most common line is probably, "Mom, I'm FINE!" He keeps his room perfectly organized. He still can't sit on his chair without falling onto the floor at least once per dinner. His favorite food is spaghetti and meatballs. He has his own parmesan cheese shaker because he can never get enough. He will break dance for anyone who asks. He wears Old Spice deodorant. At last count, he has 91 friends. He is at his wildest and wiggliest the last hour before bed, but then he sleeps like a rock. He says he loves the Patriots, but he's never actually watched even one play (too wiggly). He loves everyone, but especially his brother Ellis.
And even though he only switched from skiing to snowboarding this year, the kid is good.
After 3 weeks of constant snow storms, I packed the kids and their bathings suits and drove them here, to Great Wolf Lodge in Massachusettes for the first half of our February Vacation. I'm writing this in bed and they are both sound asleep next to me.
Today was the first day of training for our next marathon: The Black Bear Marathon on June 21st. Day one, week one: check.
Stay warm, friends! xoxo