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Trying to figure it all out

I've been having bit of an identity crisis with my blog lately. I've been thinking about time spent, long-term consequences, priorities, permanence, and shifting interests. I know this doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's all tied to motherhood and life decisions. Wow. That's vague. But it makes sense to me. And it doesn't help that there is so much talk about how people freaked out when Twitter shut down for a couple of hours. Really? Who are we? Honestly.

Whatever, I'll probably post again tomorrow. Who knows.

Poisson d'Avril

My mom used to like to wake me early on April 1st to tell me that I didn't have to go to school because it was a snow day. Oh how lucky! This late in the season! I never woke up so easily as on April Fools' Day. I fell for it more than twice. Shame on me. I wonder if there are any other suckers out there sitting in school today who fell for the same thing this morning. I know it could have been worse.

So you see why I may be a little reluctant to believe certain things I see or hear today. I'm not one for trying to guess the fake news story. It's tiring. Which brings me to this. What do you think? Real or April Fools'?*

Hey, you have a fish on your back.

*Don't worry, I fell for it, too.

Sighting

Maybe for some people this would not be a strange sight, but a couple of weeks ago while eating breakfast we saw this from our dining room window:

I know it's not the greatest picture, but you get the idea. Maybe I should take it as some kind of inspiration or metaphor for something, but Renée has been sleeping so poorly lately that my creativity is sapped. What do you think? Have you ever spotted hot air balloons from your house?

Semantics

Last week, Renée decided to correctly say “Joseph.” Although she talks very well, for some reason she still called Joseph “Doph Doph.” I think Joseph is a little sad to see her pass through this stage, as are we. There was something cute about “Doph Doph.” And for Joseph, it was almost a sibling pet name. If we called him “Doph Doph,” he would say that Renée was the only one who could call him that. But now, even if Joseph says “Doph Doph,” Renée clearly repeats “JO-SEPH,” correcting him. Oh well, I guess it has to happen. Just don’t tell her that she is growing up, or she will only feel more justified in giving up her nap!

The secret is out

Do you keep a blog? Yes, you do. Or a journal. Or something. C'mon, yes you do. Maybe I've already found it, and I've been reading it all along. But this one, this one I didn't know about (although I had my suspicions ). Anyway, she sent me this award and now her cover is blown. Welcome to the living, Shedding the Wolf! And thank you for sending this award my way.

And now, to whom do I bestow this lovely honor? I think I'll send it over to my knitting friend in Elko. TK over at Everywhere Knitting is living a wonderful adventure, and I love to read her updates. I hope that even though she is super super busy, she'll keep it up!

Back ache

Even though we spent the whole day yesterday shoveling snow out of our driveway, I'm still not sure we'd make it down our street. I guess it's a good thing everything is still closed today. Here are a few pictures proving we got more than just a "dusting."