68 Degrees

Let me tell you, we've been having some dreamy weather here (well, at least last week that was the case) and all I can say is: 68 degrees, will you marry me? Will you be my one and only and stay with me forever and ever? Because in your sunniness I can bask in the goodness that is you and spend my days playing endlessly at parks, going on nature walks, taking long bike rides and runs, pushing Will on the swing for hours and even reading a book in the lawn chair while Will runs gleefully around me. I love that in your blissful warmth I don't have to take twelve years layering coats and boots on Will to step outside for all of 15 minutes. I love that I get to see Will's cute, chubby legs in his short, shorts. Yes, 68 degrees, I love you. Never, never leave me.

In one way, though, you have brought some distress into my life. You have provided a means for my child to go out in public, dressed in a way that I thought I would never allow. Yes, Will insists on wearing sandals WITH HIS SOCKS. I shrieked, I moaned, I begged for the good of all that is holy, asking him to please not wear socks with his (too small) sandals. But did he listen? No. He threw a perfectly dreadful tantrum and voila: here he is in all his fashion faux pas-ness.

It's a good thing you're cute, kid. (Here he is with his awkward "cheese" smile).

Nap Time

As I'm sure you've noticed, I haven't been blogging much recently. The reasons why? Well, really there are three. Usually, I blog during nap time, but as of late during nap time I have been busy with this:

and this:

and, of course, this:

I'm seriously addicted. I think I have a problem. I've only recently, sadly enough, discovered Elizabeth Gaskell and I simply cannot get enough of her. And Jane Eyre? I think I've seen it half a dozen times, but it deserves a good viewing at least once a year. Every time I watch it, I get so caught up in the story, as though I don't know how it will end. Please, please promise me you will go and watch all of these (and more). And don't even get me started on the fact that Masterpiece Theater has just redone almost all of Austen's work. There just isn't enough nap time in the day.

And, please, please tell me that you are just as productive as I am during nap time. I'm dying to know: how do you spend your nap time (if you are so very blessed to have it)? And, of course, stay tuned for an update soon (just as soon as I finish Jane Eyre for the umpteenth time, that is).