February is officially behind us. Already, we are embarking on the third month of a new year. I am counting down the days until summer. Not because I don’t love February. Well, actually it isn’t my favorite month. But I love the boy and the man who were both born in February, and that’s enough for me.
We had a 4 and 40 party for the boys, mainly because the Mister refused to celebrate his birthday (he doesn’t like to be the center of attention). I told him that, unfortunately, he had no choice in the matter. I promised not to make a big thing out of it, but he had to at least blow out candles and pretend to enjoy himself. Also, he had to not worry about money or jobs or tuition or the economy or anything else for 4 hours. He agreed, but got back at me by requesting his favorite banana cream pie…the one I vow to never make again every time I make it. I tried to talk him out of it, but he pulled the milestone birthday card. I got back at him for getting back at me by giving him 40 candles. Take that, lung capacity.
I made most of the food, three of the four cakes, and all the decorations, all without having to take Valium. I think one of the reasons the Mister didn’t want a party is because I get a little insane, have a melt down or two, and think everything is going to suck. This time, I was pretty darn collected. I have no idea why, although I was coming down with a cold…maybe I was too weak to act crazy.
The rest of the month was spent in hibernation. We left the house one day for a walk and drive around town.
The weather was accommodating, which was nice. Although February is our rain month, we’re all still shocked with how cold it has been getting. We’ve had a few warm days, but the bulk of the month in my area has been biting cold. Today, on the last day of February, I had to scrape ice off my windshield before I could drive Mikey to school. Where am I, Michigan?
But when it has been warm, we rejoice. Artists take to the street and paint.
We leave the doors and windows open and walk.
Which is good, because I can use the exercise. In the last 18 months, I have gained back 20 of the 50 pounds I lost in 2009. When my jeans got too tight, I cried uncle. Back to measuring and mindful eating, only this time with exercise. I started playing tennis, the only form of exercise I enjoy.
Nicholas started playing, too. It was his birthday present from his grandparents. All he wants to do is participate in a sport like his big brother. He is really, really, really bad.
And then the cold comes again, followed by rain. The trees freak out. Leaves start to drop.
The winds blow.
And I hunker down to read 9 free Amazon book downloads that are so bad, so formulaic, and so trashy that they leap over the fence and land in Awesomeland.
But now it’s March. Time for daffodils. (That’s this month’s color, for those who are playing along.)
Do you have a scarlet picture from this month you would like to share? Leave a link in the comments. Also, if anyone can recommend a link party tool thing that shows thumbnail images, I would be most grateful.