It’s currently about 12 degrees Fahrenheit outside and feels like zero. Zero degrees. Think about that for a second.
It’s so bitterly cold, we don’t want to do anything outside. Except for Diesel, but he has a big building he can stay warm in (after the three hours or so it takes to become fully heated and no longer cold). And except for Choo-choo, I should say, as he still wants to build a snowman. We just haven’t had enough snow yet. And we still have that bitter cold.
I guess I am the only one of us three who has zero desire to leave the house right now. I like being snuggled up in a warm blanket in my warm house. I do not like being cold in any way, especially shivering out in the snow when I could be nice and toasty and covered up (unless we are searching for a Christmas tree).
While this house confinement is keeping us warm, it is wreaking havoc on our patience. Most especially mine and Diesel’s. Choo-choo has been almost literally bouncing off the walls. He is climbing up and on just about everything, including the sofa, chairs, tables (yes, tables!), and boxes. Anything that is higher than the floor. Whether or not the item will hold his weight is no matter to him. He has also been jumping on EVERYTHING.
Due to all the new presents and old toys of Choo-choo’s, we haven’t been able to do one of our favorite indoor activities. There just isn’t any room. My quest for organization has only gotten so far. Choo-choo and I sorted through everything and divided up a whole boxful of stuff to be taken to my parents’ house for playtime there. I also removed items that hadn’t been played with in forever. But the giant mess of toys and whatnot in the living room still remains.
At least there are plans in the works of time spent with both Nana (my mom) and Grammy (Diesel’s mom). Until then, however, we will still be going a little stir crazy, I’m sure. But there are still fun games to play, blocks to build with, wonderful stories to read, and an awesome alphabet notebook to work on.