Perhaps you fellow East Coasters are already aware of this, but I do feel the need to state, on the official record, that it is very, very cold here. I think that today's low is something like negative eighteen and because I am neither an Arctic explorer or a native of Siberia (or northern Minnesota for that matter), I find this turn of events ever so slightly shocking.
The windows of the house are covered in this feathery, thin ice that is pretty to look at, but obviously indicates outdoor conditions that might be best avoided. It is sparkly though, and it makes us house-dwellers feel awfully grateful for our cozy indoor environs.
The baby is taking advantage of the extra time spent housing-about by working on his incredible case of bedhead. Mariam's hair used to look like this in the morning when she was a peanut as well. Actually, it still kind of does a lot of the time. I love it.
It turns out that everybody enjoys a good pomegranate when it is made available to them. The baby especially. He sat at the table and ate seed after seed with his little fingers this morning, affording me enough peace and quiet to drink a cup of coffee undisturbed. Amazing.
And, it being the last week of January means that I am all but living in Glueland. Designing, printing, cutting, pasting, digging through stacks of library books and compiling lists of favorites. Volume Eleven is coming together quite nicely, and should land in your virtual laps sometime very soon, although I'm still in the midst of determining exactly which day this will be.
Stay warm out there!