Massachusetts weather is unpredictable! Yesterday, the sun’s shine heated up the Bay State – the pavement was wet, the ice was melting. It almost felt like a day in May, when revival fills the air, when the grass begins to grow, and the leaves begin to appear; you can just about smell the pollen. In anticipation of spring, we walked the streets without our boots, we left our gloves and hats in the closet, and we rode our bikes in the street. That was yesterday! Today, we are shielding our faces from the cold, the winds blowing the snow horizontally – again! We are deceived.

If last week was filled with too many terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad days, then yesterday, our snow day, was the most perfect day possible--a shining exception to last week's mayhem. I made big bowls of steaming oatmeal for the kids in the morning (my new favorite way to eat oatmeal is to dice up dried apricots, toss them in, and drizzle lots of honey over the top), and L. ate an entire huge serving of oatmeal for breakfast--something he almost never does.

I feel as though my last two posts have been extra long-winded, and weightier-than-usual--but it's an emotional week when your littlest one turns five--emotional in wonderful and wistful ways, too. So I thought today I'd put up something short and sweet. Classes start this morning, and the rest of the week will be a whirlwind of activity--work and home and party-planning, with a potentially unpleasant 7:30 a.m. IEP meeting thrown in on Friday, for good measure.