Bizarrely, our Chinese new year celebration continued. Hey, it's been a year. We'll take what we can get.
(For no reason, Chinese new year also involved this totally inappropriate attire.)
We've had a quiet couple of weeks. Basketball and hop hop,
the discovery of baby Yoda,
Spy night and spa night,
learning how to make homemade crepes (and also, black and tans.)
We stayed home for an entire weekend and- even though I generally maintain that this just means "to do list upon to do list" for Moms- it wound up being both good practice, and just what the doctor ordered.
Although I would still like to get my hands on whoever decided to pitch "couch covers come off and can be washed" as a selling point at furniture stores.
It turns out there is always another holiday around the corner
and if you're Ford, always a baby you can con into pushing you around the park in a tiny car on a-finally!- warm weather day.
Also, while Mom's at work you can probably con Dad into both a new basketball hoop and the building of an axe throwing target.
Somewhere in there, we had a stunning almost-spring day that was upwards of 70 degrees and I tele-shammed and it looked like this:
Heaven. And hope.
Between vaccines and spring, here's hoping the light at the end of the tunnel is bright for us all.
