It has been cold and rainy for the past 2 days and I love it. This is my favorite kind of weather. Everyone gets so mad at me when I say that, as if saying that I like it makes the weather even colder and rainier than not saying it. It is most unpopular to like this weather. When sunny skies and warm air seem to be the ultimate climate achievement, I revel in these damp, chilly days. I feel energized on rainy days. No sitting around in pajamas all day for me. No siree, I get stuff done when the weather sucks. It inspires me.
I think Beatrice likes it too. She likes it so much that yesterday she decided to celebrate by taking her first steps. We were playing in the kitchen when she just up and walked away from me. It was a huge moment, one that I was terrified of missing. I have been so afraid to leave her for any amount of time because she has been on the verge of walking for a few weeks now. To see it first hand was pretty awesome. She's still very timid and prefers to crawl, but with some coaxing from JD and me, she will teeter over to wherever we are dangling our cellphones as bribes. This is how we got her to crawl too. Nothing entices little kids to do stuff like the promise of blinking electronics.
We may not get to enjoy the outdoors when it rains. But we do get caught up on cleaning, coupons, laundry, and tackling major milestones. Rainy days are good for the grass, but they're also good for me and my house.
"Mama, can we go outside now?"