This winter has been tough, folks. We Portlanders didn't get nearly our necessary fill of sun, heat, and sweat last summer (La Nina, I'm told), so our reserves for surviving the grey, sloshy winter (that was even greyer and sloshier than normal, statistically) were depleted, oh, around the first week of January. Thankfully for us, January 7 brought a glorious ray of sunshine just for our little family in the form of ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. Henry Finn has single handedly sustained us through these dreary weeks, but that's a lot of pressure for a little guy. He looks overwhelmed, don't you think?
Mercifully, spring is slowly, cautiously, perhaps even coyly emerging. From the first crocus several weeks ago to the dogwoods that are about to pop, our landscape is electric with chartreuse and saffron and coral. I felt actual warmth on my shoulders last Saturday and even got the slightest hint of color on my cheeks. So lovely.
FPA. Future Pears of America.
We have another self-soother! Yay for thumb sucking! (We'll see if I'm this excited about it when he's 6 and we can't just put his thumb in an envelope and mail it to the Thumb Fairy.)
Such beautiful eyes.
Easter Sunday
Mercifully, spring is slowly, cautiously, perhaps even coyly emerging. From the first crocus several weeks ago to the dogwoods that are about to pop, our landscape is electric with chartreuse and saffron and coral. I felt actual warmth on my shoulders last Saturday and even got the slightest hint of color on my cheeks. So lovely.
FPA. Future Pears of America.
We have another self-soother! Yay for thumb sucking! (We'll see if I'm this excited about it when he's 6 and we can't just put his thumb in an envelope and mail it to the Thumb Fairy.)
Such beautiful eyes.
Easter Sunday
