If you keep up with this here little blog, you may have noticed two things. One, is that my posting has become a little lighter as of late. Life is very busy with this little toddler of mine. She is not fond of me spending large chunks of time sitting at the computer and typing, so I try to get my blogging in while she naps. Sometimes she does not nap, and sometimes I need to do a little knitting or meditating during nap time. I do love to post quite regularly though and I am going to try my hardest to get into a little routine of early morning blogging, so hopeful things will pick back up again in this space very soon.
The second thing you may have noticed is that my family has been on the hunt for snow all winter long. We finally found some this past weekend in the same place we looked over the New Year's holiday. Last week somewhere around Tuesday, our partners in family fun informed us that there was rain in the forecast for LA which meant there would be snow in the mountains. Mandy, being the extraordinarily gifted organizer and motivator of folks that she is, found us the Dancing Bear cabin for a great deal and we were on our way. Driving up on Friday at 5 seemed daunting, but traffic was much lighter than expected and we got up there in record time. That evening I was out on the front porch of the cabin and swore that I could hear the rushing rapids of a river. I did not recall there being a river in the area and asked the others. They told me it was the wind whipping through the pines - a storm was certainly afoot. The next morning we awoke to the most beautiful and peaceful snowfall that I have seen in a very long time.
The babes loved getting cozy in front of the wood stove with their pjs and stuffed bears (quite aptly, Dancing Bear cabin was filled with stuffed bears.)
And it was St. Patrick's Day to boot! I brought everything green that I had and found the perfect hat in the cabin to top off my get up. I'm not even Irish, though I did pay them a nod while making my coffee that morning. The jig is a dead giveaway, no?
We played outside . . .
and in . . .
The girls showed us their best down dogs. After all, they have been attending yoga with us twice a week for a year now.
It was so nice to come back in to the wood stove and kniting needles after being out in all of the cold air for so long. We all hail from places with snow; Michigan, Pennsylvania, Washington, but Southern California has a way of thinning one's blood. I've traded my parkas and snow boots for lightweight sweaters and sneakers. When we had our fill of the snow we packed it up and headed back to lower ground where the weather was warmer. All the while the little ones amongst us cried: I want to go back to the cabinet. Until next time, snow-capped mountains!