*grumble*

Last night we were dusted with a powdered sugar sprinkling of snow. The grass is poking it's little green spikes out from under the white stuff. And boy oh boy am I crabby about it.

I love having a big family. These six little kiddos are amazing. Winter, however, takes everything to a whole new level. I can no longer throw a pair of flip flops on a toddler and run out the door. We can't get by with whatever hoodie is hanging by the front door. No siree. When winter comes, we have to bring out from the basement the equivalent of a sporting goods store's youth section and try to find places to hang everything. This little burst of winter caught me a bit off guard and this morning was a chaotic scramble for hats and mittens and winter coats. I gave up on boots and just sent them in shoes, I don't even want to think about trying to figure out which pair fits who.

Caedmon and Jack were thrilled of course and after fifteen minutes of bundling up, they spent a whole four minutes outside. Little red noses pressed up against the storm doors as they poked repeatedly on the door bell and begged for cocoa. Now that I write that down, it seems a whole lot more endearing than it felt when it was happening. Maybe I don't want to ditch this joint and move to the equator just yet. I'm not sure why this little glimpse of winter sent me into a grumbling downward spiral. It could be the reality that I will soon be wading through knee high outerwear everytime I come through the front door. Oh Indian summer, wherefore art thou?