Congress can go stick its harebrained idea for daylight saving time in some dark, corrupted recess of the Capitol, if you know what I mean. We sprang forward, and it was light later this evening, but there were no energy savings around here. Governed as they are by their bodies, not some stupid clock, the girls got up at exactly the usual times, went down for naps at the usual times, and went to bed at the usual times - meaning Julia was up until "nine." Luckily, it was nonetheless a good day and a good weekend.
Yesterday's post summarizes one key moment; today's high point (for me) was the old-fashioned chore of chopping away the ice on our sidewalks. I wore Gigi on my chest in our Baby Odd-Bjørn (renamed after my new hero), and Julia trooped around us in her "wainboots," trying to figure out what she could do "for fun" when everything she touched was cold, wet, heavy , or all three. Everybody cooperated long enough to clear the sidewalk and the driveway, which means I don't have to worry all day about Shannon wiping out as she totes the baby carrier to the car.
And in the backyard, Ski Man returned from his icy abode! He's in the kitchen now, enjoying a tiny mug of cocoa. He froze for sixteen day; the least you can do is watch his Flickr slideshow.