My husband got home from London last night where he had been for the last 10 days doing extremely esoteric book-reading at the British Library (during their “busy season” no less). Our daughter had already gone to bed before he rolled in at 10:30pm, so she woke up this morning to a surprise dada next to her in bed. She was rather delighted and gave him kisses.
He had brought her presents such a Paddington Bear from Paddington Station and the accompanying storybook, so he was pretty popular this morning.
We dragged ourselves outside to get an early dinner even though it was raining, cold, and windy. My daughter loves to carry umbrellas but she’s not tall enough or strong enough yet to really manage them so it’s really me holding the thing and carrying her, while she pretends to hold the umbrella up. My left bicep is totally made of steel, people. If only the rest of me was in the same shape (and yes, I know, round is a shape).
I looked at the weather for this week. Big mistake. Rain, rain, and more cold rain. Oh, and possible SNOW on Tuesday. But probably just really cold rain. Le grande sigh. And yes, I’m blogging about the weather. Le double grande sigh.
I know it’s April and all, so this should not come as any surprise. And I half expect there to be 4 good days of lovely spring weather toward the end of the month or the beginning of May. Then, it will get unbearably hot and stay that way until September. And during that time, I will be thinking fondly, “wouldn’t it be awesome if some cold water started falling from the sky?”