05.13.15

Trains are such a big deal in our household. And we have every kind of train set you can think of, including a variety of Thomases. Over the weekend we took Oliver across the street (from Grandma's house) to go see the trains up close and he loved it. It's weird to me that we've never done this before, but I suppose railroad safety is a very important thing to me. I also am obsessed with the sweater he's chosen to be his favourite. We got it from his great grandma on his daddy's side, and since he's so into sea creatures right now, he wears it every time we go outside. And it's amazing. Also his little floppy hobo hat. It's all too much, really.

Yesterday was sunny but today it is cloudy and dark and rainy again. I've had about enough of this, it bums me out to a ridiculous degree. It gets so dark in our house these days that there have been moments when I turned the lights on. In the daytime. This is unheard of in our white-walled home. And I hate hate hate it. I was looking out our back window, and grumbling about how much I hated it when Oliver approached me and told me, "But mom, it's watering the plants. The plants love water." At which point I told him to stop being so smug and go play with his trains. No I didn't. I hugged him and told him he was right, but that the plants love sunshine, too. He thought about it for a moment, and ended the discussion with a short and simple, "But that's okay." and ran off to play. Probably with his trains. It is okay, really.

For tomorrow's post I'll talk about how we celebrated Mother's Day over here, but I think this evening I'm going to actually cut some fabric for my quilt. Cut it in an irreversible way. It's such a scary prospect but it's also just so important and I think I'm gonna do it. This is the sound of me psyching myself up to do it. I'm gonna do it. I will. I will. Yes. Yes. I will. Yes.