Not much has been going on in the Thorkelson household lately. We've pretty much just been staring out the window waiting for the days when the temp rises above 22. That's the magic number. We took Henry out for countless walks during the thaw a couple of weeks ago -- this ultimately resulted in only strolling as far as the street corner and watching Henry relentlessly kick the snow piled on the curb. I think he's as sick of winter as we are. I find myself resenting the sunny days. Sun should equal warmth. I'm ready for the change of seasons. The good news is that it is March. That means it truly, really, honestly winter is almost over. Yesterday at ECFE, the facilitator asked what our plans were for the warmer weather. Responses: picnics, puddle jumping, just being outside. *sigh* Our goal this past winter was to not be prisoners of the cold. We invested in the XC ski attachment for our Chariot and had intentions of skiing daily (well, maybe not daily...but often enough to warrant the investment). We did make it out a fair amount, but the frigid temps this winter made us wary of taking Hen out with us. I guess this is the silver lining in a long winter: more opportunities to get out and ski!
I continue to volunteer at the HOPE Center about once a week. Such a great organization and all that they do. Although a lot of my activities are general office support, I feel fortunate to be allowed to "help" them out with their mission. They had an open house for their new facility yesterday. And oh my! The meeting table was full -- FULL -- of sweets. I still feel the sugar seeping through my pores.
Eric is busy being Eric. :) Working hard while away and while at home. Henry associates the phone with "Da Da" and insists on holding it as much and as often as possible. I try to keep it out of sight when Eric is gone. Kind of one of those battles that I'm not sure I want to fight. I lost the so-called battle (read: gave in) the other day and allowed him to man handle the phone. He called our neighbor.
We continue to pass the days by attending play groups, music class, and ECFE. Yesterday's ECFE resulted in me getting censured for leaving Henry to go to the bathroom without properly notifying him of my departure (whatever...I told him I would be back) and then him somehow falling and getting a bloody lip. Never mind the bloody lip...he just wanted his ball.
In other news, we're practicing for Easter and trying to get Henry to raise his hands in the air and say, "Hallelujah!" We're making progress:
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