Friday, January 15, 2016

Warm at Last

Charlie is not a cold-weather person. He wants to be a cold-weather person, because he wants to be like Cubby. Cubby is most definitely cold-hardy; he comes alive when the temperature drops below freezing and will stay out for hours. Charlie valiantly attempts to stay out with him, but will invariably show up at the door after a little while to announce he's "fweezin' ter death" and wants to come in.

Then he plants himself on the heating vent in the living room until he thaws. Sometimes he gets so comfortable he passes right out.

Like so.

I foresee a future for Charlie in the sunbelt. This frozen wasteland is not for him. Because he can't stay on the heating vent all the time.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

A Small Taste of Freedom

Sometimes in this frozen wasteland of upstate New York, and particularly at frigid Blackrock, when the winter is spent swathed in layer upon layer of wool, the children just need a little freedom. Let them shed their socks indoors, no matter how frosty their feet become, and they will play happily.

Until their cold toes remind them that, oh yeah, this is not summer. And they have to put their socks back on.

But that little taste of toe freedom makes for a satisfying half hour, anyway.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Arizona Sunshine Delivered

Here is a reality of choosing to have three young children: Traveling becomes a difficult-to-impossible endeavor. I mean, sure, you can pack up all your kids and all their junk and haul them anywhere you want theoretically, but the reality of that decision is going to involve a lot of crying, screaming, hyperactive, and otherwise whacked-out children. Also, a ton of money.

I choose not to subject myself to that sort of unpleasantness if it can be avoided, so at this stage in my life, if it's not within a few hours in the car, it's not happening.

Unfortunately, my family does not live that close to me. They live in Arizona and Florida. As nice as those places are to visit to escape a brutal upstate New York winter, the truth is that barring a really big event like a wedding or a funeral*, I will probably not be in Arizona or Florida anytime in the near future.

But my brother sent me a little bit of Arizona for my birthday. He was traveling a lot for the holidays--which is, woe is me, when my birthday happens to be--so he didn't get home to pack up my present until last week. But yesterday, this arrived:

Hello, my pretties.

Those are oranges from his backyard orange tree. The fact that I cannot grow any significant citrus here is a great sadness to me, so this was an especially thoughtful present. 

Cubby examined them and announced, "They look like cartoon oranges." Upon further questioning, he elaborated, "They're bright orange everywhere." A. explained that's because they were actually ripened on the tree, rather than picked green for better shipping.

They taste like it, too. So good. So, so good. And yes, I shared some.

So thank you to my brother for sending me a small ray of Arizona sunshine to brighten these dreary New York days. Hooray for family in warm places. And backyard orange trees.

* No funerals, Universe. Do you hear me? NO FUNERALS ANYTIME SOON. Weddings are okay.