It’s wet outside. I realize that this is California, and I should not be complaining about the rain we are in such desperate need of, but we are cooped up in the house all day with a cranky toddler who’s got cabin fever, and this is only the middle of January.
All that being said, we have been able to get outside for short periods here and there when it is not actually pouring, but it is always cold and wet and slippery everywhere. As a California transplant born and raised on Oregon, I should feel right at home with this weather. Truthfully I have been spoiled by California’s sunshine, but I am enjoying how lush and green everything is, and our lawn is growing back.
Jack is not one for rainy day “activities” though he does enjoy playing with his toys and coloring. He also spends much of his time running laps around the inside of our house, all the while laughing/and or screaming maniacally. The boy is absolute hell on wheels, but he is just so amazingly beautiful and smart, and hilariously cute. His father and I truly are living the dream.