What a week to be outside. I’m basking in the sun on my front porch donning a tank top and sunglasses. I think I’m going to have to take off my shoes. The ice cream stores are open, white eggs have arrived in the grocery store: it is spring in New England. Let’s just hope it stays that way, because I won’t stand for being teased anymore.
We hit a playground yesterday and boy was it PACKED! The weather is gorgeous. People are out on their bikes and motorcycles and baby carriages abound.
Last night my dad arrived from Virginia to help us with a few things in our kitchen- a remodel that we started in October. He was supposed to be outside using the saw, but couldn’t resist playing baseball with the boys and now they’re in the field behind our house playing soccer. With my parents living so far away, these moments are too few. I don’t care, he’ll get the work done, just don’t tell my mom!
