On the way home today, in the car:
"Willa, are you kind of sleepy?"
"A little bit."
"You had a big day, eh?"
"No... I a little girl. I have a little day."
Willa's fears continue to be influenced by Christmas and child -oriented tv specials. Bill and Jackie (and "Otis da puppy") gave her the box set of retro Christmas special dvds. She's watched Frosty the Snowman a few times already. The past 2 mornings, she's greeted me with, "good morning momma. I not melt like Frosty today, otay?"
Henry cracks us up too. He's easy to amuse: even in the saddest of crying jags (his, not mine) all you have to do to get him to laugh is to stick out your tongue.
These things help when a winter hater like me has endured Western Michigan's 2nd snowiest December and has started receiving seed and bulb catalogs in the mail. Jim is not keen on a move to somewhere (anywhere!) in zones 8-10. And I suppose the rational side of me agrees that family is more important than the ability to grow calla lilies outdoors year round.