In so, so, so many ways, this has been the longest winter I've ever gone through.
First of all, it really was the longest winter. Winter has a cold, unfair, and icy grip on Spring. Miss A tells me that Winter is so stuck to Spring, that Spring just can't come this year. For the record, Winter also hijacked Autumn, which is typically my favourite season (typically = southern, southern = the Maritimes). Winter began at the end of September, and was firmly in place by the first week in October.
We are finally in the "sometimes it's above 0 degrees Celsius, but that's not a promise" phase, but usually the lows over night drop well below 0, sometimes as far as -20 or more if you factor in the wind.
Tonight, for example: April 28th, the low is -17 with a freaking -27 windchill. I have nasty words in my head for you, Yellowknife. Tomorrow's high is -17 with a -13 windchill. It's almost May! We want to pack up the parkas and snowsuits, people.
I will seriously karate chop someone in the head if they complain about the heat this summer. Suck it up and get some ice cream.
So, with all of this wintering, you'd think that I would have loads of time to blog. But, winter has won, and I don't have much fight left in me, or energy for almost anything above and beyond "getting through the day." I think that Eli and I do a pretty good job on making the girls a priority, but I've done a crummy job lately of making me a priority (and the blog falls under "me"). In short, I think my brain has some permafrost, and is a little sluggish and stupid, just like the ptarmigan.
And, so, I bring you a jam-packed post about our March adventures, in three parts.
Part 1: Birthdays
Daddy's birthday was the first day in March, and he had to work late due to some flights that got changed at the last minute. On a Friday.
