Bring it.

I just had an hour long battle of wills with Z. She hates changing her diaper and it's become a daily back and forth of time out and screaming. We are working on potty training, but until she masters that, I'm afraid the quiet sweet days of baby are over. I have to smile...she is very stubborn. Wow. She learns from the best. My grandparents loved to tell the story of me sitting with green beans in my mouth for an hour at the table after refusing to eat them. (Gross.) I lost that battle. But, I wont the one this morning and soon Z will learn that Jason may be a softy, but I'm certainly not. (He really is...it's awful. But, he will have payback one day.)

(this is our backyard when it really snows...how peaceful.)

 There is snow on the ground. As I take down the rest of the decorations today, I'm happy that there is a bit of pretty outside. This stretch of cold without a holiday to look forward to is brutal. I do have visitors coming though. Mom will come at the beginning of Feb for a bit. We're taking the play writing class together. Dustin will come for the Oscars--as he does each year. When Z gets older, I'm hoping to venture to Chicago to celebrate that weekend, but for now...he's pretty good about always coming here. New York is beautiful in the winter, but it is difficult to persuade many to come visit in the cold. We try to keep it as warm as possible indoors with good food, good movies and a fire each night.

 But, if it's going to snow...and we don't have anywhere to go--let it REALLY snow. Give us something to watch and play in when it quits. I'm ready.

Gosh, look how little...and quiet she looks. This was two years ago. So much snow, so much sweetness...ugh.