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Welcoming March

Welcoming March

Today it was a balmy 42 degrees and almost all of the snow had melted. After a rough night we all really, really needed to get out of the house. I was so glad to be able to bundle Ben and Sophie into the stroller and take them all out for a nice walk.  And they were all very happy to be outdoors. I am starting to see a glimpse of what life will be like come spring. And it can’t come fast enough.

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Bella circles the stroller, forages for sticks and pine cones (she packed the bottom of the stroller with them, telling me that Gina, her imaginary friend/daughter needed them to make ice), blazes the trail and lingers far behind, decides the route and whines when she is vetoed.

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Teeny, tiny pine cones the size of my finger tips fascinate me as much as they do Bella. These are the ones I collected in the stroller’s snack tray.

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Still too early for any flowers, except the lingering skeletons from long ago autumn.

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About the only green I see is the moss which overgrows the sidewalk at places.

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One little, lonely patch of dirty snow, with our stroller tracks in it.

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Ben fell asleep in the stroller and had a nice long nap. Ah, bliss! I can’t wait till we can do that more often. It was the best nap he’s had in a long time.

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He was still sleeping soundly when we got home and I didn’t want to wake him so we went out to the back yard and I pushed Sophie in the swing. We had a very late lunch and a very late nap; but I think it was worth it to see a smile on her face; she’s been so miserable with that ear infection. Oh she does love her swing!

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While Sophie sat in her swing, Bella climbed the ladder.

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Notice that she ditched her coat. My little hardy New England girl. (It felt warm to me, too. I was only wearing a sweatshirt.)

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Bella is so full of joy.

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Ben sat in the swing for the first time. He wasn’t so sure about it at first but I did get him to smile. He didn’t last long, though. He had a wet diaper, an empty belly, and cold hands.

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3 comments
  • You ought to have clarified Melanie: the pictures of Sophie in the bin, she wasn’t crying or fussing. Just laying there, making some small noises to herself. Looked almost content to me, until you started taking pictures.

  • Sophie,  I have ‘known’ you since you were a baby and have watched you grow up and have marvelled at the things you can do and say.

    Happy Birthday darling, God bless.

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