I’ve realize, while posting my other 2 posts today, that I have a whole lot of photos that I haven’t put up.  At this point, a picture’s worth 1,000 words because I’m too lazy to tell you most of them myself.

We just got back from Spring Break in Colorado and I’m just now getting around to taking the pictures off of my phone.  Why is it that when we take a trip I feel like I have to work overtime for a week to catch up? But I digress…

It’s never too early to teach Lucas the importance of Spring Break.  So we packed the family up and shipped down south to the warmer weather of…. Colorado.  I never thought that I would be traveling to Colorado to warm up.  Seriously, never.  Lucas slept on the plane for the first time in months, which was a refreshing change and I was even able to close my eyes myself.  That is, until my left arm and ass cheek fell asleep because I was too scared of waking the sleeping beast to move them for 3 hours.  Anyone who needs a good arm workout should just rest a sleeping toddler on it.  It’s a lot like holding a live land mine that could potentially explode at any second if you aren’t careful.

In Colorado we had a ski-in condo at the base of the resort and a Nana and G-pa who were loving every second of babysitting Lucas.  It was awesome.  Lucas went on wagon rides, watched Mickey Mouse, and counted to make sure all 10 toes were present (they were).  I’m not sure who had more fun.

All while we went skiing and enjoyed some awesome weather.  I hadn’t seen the sun in months.

 

Also while we were in Colorado, Lucas had his first projectile puke incident.  Luckily for my mom, it was when we were with her and all inside of her car.  While my mom is holding a butt naked baby wrapped in a jacket who is screaming at the top of his lungs, I’m scooping chunks out of his car seat and dry heaving in the parking lot of a gas station and my mom says to me “Oh yeah, I remember this age now.”  It cracked me up and made me feel the desperate need to apologize to her at the same time.  Instead, we just took Lucas home and I learned how to take apart his car seat:

 

Lucas was a rock star with the time change.  But one morning he woke up at 6 and that just wasn’t going to fly.  Anything before 8 may as well be the middle of the night in my mind.  So I brought Lucas into bed with us for the first time ever.  He hardly skipped a beat before he took over my pillow and snuggled up with his pacifier for the long haul.  He hasn’t woken up since and tried to get into bed with us, but I loved the snuggles so much that I’m not going to be able to say no to him if he does.  I’ve created a monster and I knew it immediately.

Unfortunately, it was time to go home too soon.  So we packed this little ball of energy up and played Mickey Mouse on repeat on the ipad until we landed back in the white cover of Michigan.  *sigh*

 

I’m not sure who’s ready to go back the most: Me, Lucas, or Angel.

 

This has been the worst winter that I can remember.  If I wasn’t snowed in, the roads were so bad that I didn’t want to drive in them with the baby in the car.  And if the roads were plowed it was only because a storm was coming within the hour.  I see the pictures now that I posted while we were snowed in, and I honestly would kill to only have that much snow to stare at.  In January we lost our patio furniture, and by February the presence of a bird bath was only in my mind.  The snow in my backyard has been feet deep for months.  And I’m over it.

I think seasonal depression set in some time around the end of February, and as it turns out I have very little patience left.  Lucas’ swear jar went into storage because I couldn’t afford to yell at my dog any more for eating the food that Lucas scattered around the family room as entertainment.  I haven’t sat on my couch in months because all I hear is “up! up! up!” from a tiny human when I do.

I’ve given it 4 months and 8 pounds and I just can’t be stuck in this house anymore.

This is where my mind is at when I woke up on the first day of spring.  The worst part is that I recognize that I’m in a funk, but I’m not sure what to do to get myself out of it.

So today I was at a play group with Lucas and one of the ladies was asking me what my plans are for my birthday tomorrow.  And honestly? I have none and no desire to change it.  Luckily she was persist ant and sent me a message after the group to say that she wants to do out and do something because birthdays are meant to be celebrated.  Why did it take someone I don’t know well to remind me that I need to snap out of it?  In the last week, the snow has melted outside enough to show a shred of grass as a sign that this cold spell is ending:

Mother Nature is reminding me (in 40 degree weather) that this too, shall pass.  It’s time for a new season, to hit the gym, and apologize to my poor dog for taking the brunt of my bad mood this winter.  It’s really not her fault that Lucas is using her as a step stool to get onto the couch.

And best of all, today is the first day of spring.  Today marks that I have officially survived winter.  It’s over.  We are all still alive and well and ready to dig out of our family room.  Lucas needs to learn that “boots” and “shoes” really aren’t the same thing and that it’s not normal to wear socks 24/7.

Unfortunately, our mailbox didn’t fare the winter as well.

I had my house professionally cleaned today…. And then my toddler woke up.

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May this explain the month and a half of silence: I have a toddler now.

“We don’t hit the dog.”
“Please keep your pants on.”
“Take that out of your nose.”
And naturally, a lot of “no, No, NO- *sigh*”

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Name: Lucas
Age: 15 months
Likes: Legos, splashing in the bath, and Mickey Mouse
Dislikes: things that don’t fit in his car, being force fed green foods, the stroller.