Waiting for Spring



Well, there actually hasn't been any waiting for anything around here. I'm not sure where the last 6 months of winter have gone, but they're gone. There's little snow, and the river is fluid again.

Refineries age and every three years or less there is a "turnaround" maintenance period where everyone works every day or every night for over a month. So, I'm not too proud to say I'm at the library blogging while my kids are at the babysitter, just so I can have a break. It's only day 3 of 35 so that's not saying much for my single-mom capabilities. I know I will learn to do just fine, but not having my better half around has left me quite sleepless at night and tired during the day. I am thankful that today it is finally cloudy and a bit rainy and that the everlasting sun decided to take a short break. It's nice to have a lazy, rainy day every so often.

Soup season is gone and puddle season is flying by us. The front yard is very wet, but the quickly thawing ground and trees are happy to absorb the moisture. Harley and his little buddy are happy to sport their new wagon from grandma Linda around the neighborhood. Seriously, I've never seen a baby so happy. And the brother in blue is having quite a time splashing, throwing rocks in puddles, and discovering reflections and shadows in water that until recently didn't exist. In two days, he's already fallen and drenched himself three times.

Oh, the taxidermy. Yes, my husband's hobby from time to time. This one is special 1) because it's a buffalo instead of a moose 2) getting a buffalo tag in AK is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity 3) his uncle and grandfather got one the year before his grandfather passed away on his uncle's birthday, St. Patrick's day. I ordered the metal plaque for it to display a photo of the two of them with their kill, so I feel like I made a small contribution.


Grrrrrrr, a Day at Home

I had been looking everywhere for three days for my largest glass pans. It never occurred to me they would be in the oven, but there they were full of boiling grease when I went to insert my fish and veggies. When I moved them to the sink they shattered, exploded more like, hot glass all over the place. Luckily, no chunks landed on the baby at my feet, but it sure did make a mess. Apparently, I need to keep better tabs on what is happening in the kitchen.

The toddler is at my side whining. He wants to play "hide and seek" or "follow the leader" or "dinosaurs talking to one another" all of which I'm bored.

The baby has climbed to the top of a toy car ramp and is asking for help down. Thank goodness, this morning, I taught the toddler how to get him down. And, in fact, the toddler just rushed over and is saving his brother's life as I type. It looks like he's sticking by the car ramp to play. Oh, nope, he started whining again. I think I whined a lot as a kid, bored, wanting mom and dad to play with me. It's worse for him today because he's been staying up too late and sleeping in too late (we all have actually), so it was my idea that he didn't have a nap today, which he still needs at age 3.

The first thing my kid asked me this morning was, "Where are we going?" We are usually pretty busy. Last week the boys went to their grandpa's to play, two mornings they went to play with kids at the daycare, swimming twice, one hike/bike ride, a pizza party, lots of outdoor play, dinner at another friend's place, and one day they had their friends over to play all day long. Oh, and another day with grandpa. This week we have 4 birthday parties to attend.

So, today, the farthest we went was down the street on the sleds. It was nice, but I can tell we are all missing the action.

Oh brother. Little brother just ripped up the toddler's favorite tiny notepad. "Fix my book, please, mommy girl." Yes, he calls me "mommy girl" and calls "daddy boy."

The oven's calling. Time for dinner. And then an early bedtime.



Another Happy Bum

I'm telling you, this cloth diapering is spreading like wildfire.

Four covers, 30 diapers, a washable pail liner, a snappi, and some soap: $100. My cousin Christina in MN and I gave this gift to my cousin, Christina's brother, and his wife for the arrival of their new baby, because they too wanted to save time, money, space, and chemicals.

I can't wait to meet baby Riley's cute bum when we go to visit her in June.


I Can Even Cook

I am over a major hurdle. I have almost (besides the budget) finished a mock-research proposal for a class. I chose a topic that is dear to my heart (antibiotic contamination in milk and its effect on infant immune system) and here I sit surrounded by reams of printed publications in analytical chemistry, microbiology, and immunology that I am very excited to burn. I will not always readily accept a prescription from our physicians, eat a non-organic meat, vegetable or by-product, or trust the FDA like I did before. There is this whole world out there when you start reading written work that is only available through password protection vs what you can find on the open-access internet. I just have to figure out how to maintain this access to the library after I graduate so that I can continue to make educated decisions about our family's lifestyle. I knew this work was going to take me a long time and that is why I started it just after christmas. I am almost done spending every waking moment on this project and focus on the other remaining school work (and there is a lot).

I think that this tough semester came at a good time in my life. My three-year old can play by himself, sleep well, obey well, and lend a hand. The one year old requires a lot more supervision, but he takes a nap and sleeps through most of the night, and I am healed enough from the pregnancy and birth now that I have enough energy. If I don't exert myself physically or mentally throughout the day I lie sleepless at night. That is normal for me and I'm glad to be back there. Although the house has never been as tidy as it was with only one kid, I can keep it together even when my husband isn't around to help. He's been working for 8 days (actually nights) now and I've managed to vacuum our too big house a couple of times (dog shedding season + baby phase throw food off of highchair), read to and bathe the kids each night, attend their activities, socialize with friends, exercise, and the most challenging for me: cook some great meals. Yes, even with a broken cooktop or maybe because of a broken cooktop, I've enjoyed some ham + sweet potato fries, salmon chowder, moose steak peanut broccoli stir fry, sausage red cabbage spring rolls, squash and kidney bean sofrito soup, and my favorite which was the most simple and spur of the moment: baked rock fish with fresh onions and tomatoes along with salted and buttered brussel sprouts.

Walking


My baby decided to take his first steps recently. He can walk across the house now, and he just turned 14 months old.

I knew, the other day, it was time for hist first shoes. I knew they had to be sturdy, but flexible, and be a good fit to work on a new-walker. It seems like once a baby learns to walk in shoes, he can actually walk much better probably because there is more surface area and support. Unfortunately, even though his older brother walked at 10 months, quite a bit younger, because our recent walker is a smaller-framed guy he can't wear his brother's old shoes yet. They were a size 6 See Kai Run, which I had to buy special because he has very wide and very thick feet. So, I had been reading about Simple Shoes. And the folks at the baby shop in town, Blueberry Baby, supported what I had read. These baby/toddler shoes are organic, recycled, and were supposedly made by well-paid workers. The fact that they have a huge rubber toe (for the crawling and falling friction) and are machine washable was the selling point for me. Luckily, this brand fits his tiny feet. Size 5 looks like it will fit him through the summer.

His little friend Riley came to play with him today. She is only 11 months, but she is also walking around now. I think she thought the John Deere lunch box was a purse and once she found the necklace she didn't take it off! It was nice to have a girl around for a few hours and very cute to see two kids the same size and stage check each other out, jabber, walk 10 feet and fall down.

Bad Mommy

One time I missed a meeting in college, where I was the one student on the committee responsible for choosing the professor of the year. That's the only time I can remember flat out missing something in my life. I was a busy, dedicated senior who had a million things going on, a long-distance boyfriend, and was about to move to CA after a summer in AK.

That seems like a million years ago, but recently my mind has been foggy again, maybe because I am a busy senior again. I took my kids to a swimming birthday party a day early and sent my kid to swim lessons one time an hour early and another time a week early. He's a pretty forgiving guy though. Not a disappointment a good food, like ice cream, couldn't cure.

But, swimming lessons can be nerve-wracking for a kid. Our kid has never been much of a jumper. He can't jump high or far, and jumping into the water makes him nervous sometimes. So before swim lessons we practice jumping from square to square on a carpet we have in our house or outside, off of a snowbank. My kid thinks he's Buzz Lightyear, from the Toy Story movies. Pretending he and his imaginary friend Andy are jumping / flying into a pile of snow or a pool of water sure makes him happy, fearless, and inspires him to jump high and far. Here he is perched on his "mountain" ready to take on the world!

Things We Don't Like to Talk About

I'm going to dork out on your for 10 minutes here, but I think this stuff is important or at least will be in about 10 or 20 years.

If I had it my way, one of the liberal arts requirements in every college would be an environmental science course, probably environmental chemistry. HUH? Liberal art requirement, a science-based course? Yes! What a concise way that would be to teach history, ethics, science, politics, economics, and natural resource management! I think it would help our affluent understand how to become more ethical consumers and citizens which would in turn help earth and humans. We struggle to live sustainably in our modern household every single day, and it is not an easy feat. Often, there is not a good solution or the better choice is not the perfect choice. Regardless, here're some fantastic facts about our atmosphere in all its complexity. I'll spare you the details and focus on two big ticket items you've heard of: global warming and ozone. But, I'll tell you what the papers don't.

Climate Records. Global Warming. Is it real? Yes, we are experiencing an interglacial period, as there have been MANY glacial (cold) and interglacial (warm) periods in history. In fact, we are experiencing the longest warm period in the last 420,000 years they've recorded, or so is revealed by Antarctica ice core data (D/H isotope ratios). Is this warm period of time longer than the others because of us humans and our consumption of fossil fuels OR is it longer just because it's longer? They don't know. Does the interglacial temperature increase (due to orbital forcing + solar insolation + earth's blackbody radiation + greenhouse effect) cause carbon dioxide (CO2) and methane (CH4) to increase? Or do CO2, CH4, H2o, and other greenhouse gases come first and then cause the temperature to increase? They really don't know. So, yes, there is global warming, but are our electric bills (coal, oil, gas --> electrical devices and CO2) and SUVs (gas --> independent transport + CO2) to blame or is it mostly just natural fluctuation?

Scientists don't know which came first, the chicken or the egg. But, they do know that we are not helping matters and if we don't stop ourselves, we are in for one hell of a weather pattern, both cold and hot, and wet and dry. In fact, even if we stop now, the CO2 that we've added to our atmosphere already has such a long mixing time with the oceans that it's going to stick around in presumably "too high" of concentrations for about 500 years. No kidding. But, it's not the CO2 we have to worry about, it's the H20 that evaporates during the warm times. H20 is itself a potent greenhouse gas and its latent heat is worrisome. Latent heat? H20 eventually has to condense from the sky, but can't do so without releasing massive amounts of energy. This makes horrific weather.

How can we reduce our carbon footprint so we can feel better about the affect we're having on our children's future not to mention the evolution of our dying biodiversity? Very grim, unless you would like to move into a teepee. Already, I can't change the fact it will soon be too warm for my beautiful white spruce trees to survive in this high ground and too hot and dry for my garden to grow in the the summers in the interior of Alaska. Well, at least right here we do not have to worry much about tsunamis, hurricanes, tornadoes, or too much about flooding.

Albedo. You've probably heard of libido, but not albedo. Well, without albedo, you ain't got no libido because you're dead. Ha ha. Albedo is what regulates our temperature here on earth. Everything we see has a certain degree of reflectivity. The ice, snow, clouds, and desserts are the best at diverting the sun's rays away from us. Without albedo, we'd be burning up in here. So, what does that mean? If we melt the glaciers or if by chance the glaciers are melted by some unknown force, we've got less albedo, but where does the water go? Into oceans and into clouds, which increase albedo (cool us) by reflecting sunlight back into space. But, water vapor (clouds) is also a greenhouse gas, which absorbs both solar radiation and blackbody radiation from earth thus keeping us warm. Clouds increase temps at earth's surface by trapping radiation and radiating it downward but also decrease temps by reflecting sun back into space, you say? Oh no! Confusing. Yes, small shifts in cloud cover will inevitably cause significant changes in heat balance, but, which will win, albedo or the greenhouse effect? No one knows.

And to complicate things. We do know that sulfur dioxide is also great for albedo. So, if we were to stop burning fossil fuels we would surely decrease atmospheric carbon dioxide, which would decrease warming, but we would also decrease sulfur dioxide, which would increase warming because of the loss of albedo. Which would win? Again, the race is so tight that no one can say for sure.

Gosh, I'm starting to sound like a bad documentary. But, seriously, do you give any thought to ordering that item with free shipping and having it sent from Malaysia to the U.S. to save $5 when you could buy it locally? Driving a rig that produces with 30 vs 40mpg? Cranking up the heat 5 degrees? Taking a 20 minute shower? Or leaving a light or a computer on all night long? A diaper is only 20c, but have you thought about how much it REALLY costs in terms of resources and pollution to make one of those things? What about your food; do you think about the amount and type of chemicals that were required to grow it, the energy required to process it and create any other additives or ingredients, the location it is shipped from, the type of packaging it has? Yes. Maybe. Sometimes. No. I don't care.

Let's get off of wastefulness, warming, weather and talk about ozone. It's more uplifting. If you put ozone (O3) at earth's surface (1 atmosphere of pressure and 25 C), it'd be only about 3 millimeters thick. Not too many molecules of O3, you say. Well, that's why our CFCs made such a big dent. This ozone hole was quite unexpected, actually. They chose CFCs specifically for many uses because they are quickly destroyed in the troposphere. But, SURPRISE, the strotosphere, where O3 lives, is a whole another ball-game. So, nowadays we have to wear sunblock, becuase as we move toward the equator (and toward the poles at certain times of the year), our skin is damaged because there isn't enough ozone to keep the harsh rays out. Too bad plants and phytoplankton can't wear sunblock also . . . although, the stuff is toxic so maybe they're better off! Well, it's all well, because due to gradual phase-out of CFCs and another 100 or so ozone-destroyers the chlorine concentration is expected to hit 1970s levels by about 2040 and half that by 2100, and that is good news for our skin assuming something else doesn't hit ozone first. The HCFs we sometimes use now in place of CFC's . . . guess what . . . they're not much harm for ozone, BUT they are greenhouse gases. 11,700 times in fact more potent than CO2 because their removal mechanism from the atmosphere is so complicated. Oh no! More warming? Well, the refrigeration business is seeking new technology, it turns out.

Anyway, I don't think it's any shocker that my 2 year old son plays garbage truck pretty much all day long every day. Kids reflect what they see. And he sees a whole lot of garbage. After all, we are as a whole a pretty consumptive and wasteful society.

Aurora Borealis


Every winter, tourists come here to Fairbanks, AK from far away to see the Aurora Borealis. If they don't see it, they often come back and try their luck again. I've lived here now six years and I can only think of two times that I have watched the aurora, until last night.


I am embarrased to say that I never think look for it. When it's dark, I think of sleeping, and when I get into bed, our blinds are often closed still from the daytime when the light is so intense that I do not look outside. But, last night, I had a tip from a friend in MN, and I saw them loud and clear. I watched the aurora from my bedroom window on and off for 8 hours, and it was stupendous. They danced the sky in every direction except in the SW. The main band crossed directly over my house from NW to SE. These photos taken through my bedroom window are directly W.

I surprised myself when I turned off my DSLR camera's auto focus, and, on manual setting, set the aperture to 1.8, the largest I've got, snapped a photo and saw GREEN! It worked. Unfortunately, sometime soon after we purchased the camera in the time of my first pregnancy, house building, and a lot of other chaos, we lost the connection between the camera and the tripod and we never got around to replacing it. So, the blur you see in the stars is me holding the camera still with my own two hands for 5 seconds--not ideal.

This experience insprired me to do some reading, and I was on the right track with the camera. I am now on the notification list for future aurora activity through our Geophysical Institute, so I hope to show you something amazing in the future. We are about 20 minutes from the Chena Flood Plain, and I hear that's a great place for a 360 view (unobstructed by my house or the trees to my E).

The first 3 photos were each taken exactly 1 minute apart, which sure goes to show how dynamic the aurora is. The 4th photo was taken 8 hours later, at 4am. I see that the big swirl was at 3:30am, when the baby had not yet awakened me. Just missed it! Plus, looks like I'll need a fish eye for my camera to get a shot like that!

Inspiring!

LOVE


I LOVE the age that my kids are right now: 13 months and 35 months. The younger of the two is agile and communicative enough that he can play baby games, and the older is innocent enough that he still finds joy in the same games. So, they play together: wrestling, tickling, invading each others' space, but also cars, animals, peek a boo, telephone, tools, whatever. It is amazing the number of games the baby can play with only the words, "Ya" (nods head), "mama," "da" (dad), "hi," and "Aaah" (squeal of disapproval). And, they play separately too. The baby empties my purse and tosses a ball around the house, while the toddler asks, "What did the baby put into his mouth, mommy?" And, "I'm playing garbage truck, mommy," while filling a plastic bag with blocks and animals, for example. They play like this together, and apart, for hours. I have to intervene very little sometimes.

I made it through the hard stretch, I think. It was definitely hard on my body to have two kids this close together, but I think the years lost to exhaustion are well worth the quality of the years to come. It is nice to have kids who can enjoy the same activities, nap together, share the same room. I hope this will make all innings, outings, and vacations more enjoyable for everyone in the family.

The toddler is quite fluent in the English language finally and also a good boy. So, when I ask him to say get me a baby wipe so I can wipe his butt, while I'm breastfeeding the baby to sleep at night, he'll do it. He's a boy, so I may have to ask him several times or try other tactics to keep him focused on the task at hand especially if the task is quite complicated, but his intentions are good and it gets done. He is a great little helper and even insists on helping when his help is not always wanted by mom and dad.

If one boy does something, the other boy has to do it too. We have no problem communicating. I never had to teach the baby "no" or "yes" or "more" or "milk." He learned it on his own. Once they're doing an activity together, whether it is playing dinosaurs, eating crackers, getting a vitamin D drop, getting their photo taken with a pair of silly glasses on, you name it, their smiles are as big as can be.

I love to see them learn to walk. I love to see them fight. I love to hear the things they say. I love to see them learn. I love that I'm the mom, who helps them heal and grow. I love my little miracles and how they've changed my days.

With that said, we have a disagreement over a pair of plastic pliars, so I should go lend a hand.

It's been a long, busy week and as much as I love these little guys to death, I'm looking forward to a break. I like to let my guard down every couple of days and give myself a chance to recharge and remember that being a mom is the best job in the world.

Winter Trip to Fairbanks (guest blogger)

"An egg a day keeps Colonel Sanders away", our good neighbor who took care of our place and fed our animals while we were visiting the kids posted this sign up in our chicken coop. It is a corny saying, but it made us smile. Perhaps he was prompted to write something funny because he saved the life of our bantam rooster when he became the victim of a freak accident. We have a double twine rope knotted and looped hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the coop. We use it to elevate the roost when we clean the floor. Jim arrived one day to do chores and found the bantam rooster hanging upside down by one leg from the rope. The little guy was scared to death, not only due to his precarious upside down position but because he was unable to move and was just barely out of reach of the big Americana rooster that probably didn't want him showing off to his girls. Jim cut him down and held him for a while; he said his heart was beating so fast, because the big rooster wanted to get him. It is a funny farm story because the little critter was saved. I imagine that the little guy became entangled simply flying from the roost to the nesting box, or who knows what happened inside our chicken coop. Our Americana hen prefers this Bantam rooster to the big guy, so who knows what shenanigans those two engage in and what aerobatics are required to elude the king pin's rage. Maybe we should put the game camera up in the coop for a little hen house video.

We had a good visit with the kids. The little boys are at a delightful age; the eldest nearly three is talking quite clearly now and showing off his advanced intellect. I was impressed with his ability to navigate when driving, something he hasn't inherited from me. He knows which direction right or left and can express it to his mother when asked which way to turn the car toward Fairbanks or North Pole. He never forgets a thing and has the greatest imagination. The one year old now walks up and down the hallways, in the family, living room, and kitchen, alongside the walls and furniture or pushing toys. He amuses himself easily and has the greatest babble and laugh. He has a little of his great grandpa Edwin in him as he always had a twinkle in his eye too. His big brother has some control issues and likes to take away toys that he doesn't think he should play with. I believe the little man has learned quite effectively how to wail to the authorities to get it back.

We celebrated the boys combined birthdays with a party at Chena Hot Springs along with friends and close family. Everyone had a good time. We tagged along to swim lessons, library story time, Lowe's toddler craft, and the Ice Fest. I had a nice afternoon breaking trails in the yard with the toddler through the fresh 14" of powder. And grandpa and I took the toddler to Taco King where he chowed down a big plate of rice and beans. I enjoyed a very nice sled dog ride with a close friend of the kids. He has been mushing for about two years. It was great.

Then I got sick. Sick like puking eight or nine times within three hours. My dear daughter put numerous hot towels on my stomach and back to relax my contractions or I may have continued. It must have been strange for her to see her old Ma in such a delicate state, but I felt like I would die. She commented to me toward the end that it was like having a baby; I had to disagree I never felt that bad having her. That was Thursday, today is Tuesday, and finally this afternoon I am beginning to feel normal again. Luckily, the flu spaced itself out with bearable moments in between bouts of nausea, so that I could continue to enjoy some activities the last two days of our stay and I made the trip home, even though it was unpleasant, without vomiting or pooping on myself. Yuk.

Love, mom

Mind Games

I'm sitting in the most popular Fairbanks coffee house waiting for my foamy white chocolate mocha. The room is full of zest and personality. It's not like Seattle, where you walk into a Starbucks and encounter the busy working adult on-the-go stop drop in and sneak out. You have part-time professionals, lovers, book groups, college students, and elderly, mostly all taking their time. Fairbanks breeds such positive, but relaxed, energy, even when it is -30F and only 12 hours of sunlight preside (as opposed to 24).

I am going to mention my recent dreams, mostly because I usually don't have dreams. I dream during periods that I get slightly more sleep than I have been getting. For example, when a newborn baby starts sleeping longer, after a stomach bug has gone through the household, or after I've been working hard on a project. The only reoccurring dream that I have involves the house that I grew up in and a intruder. By reoccurring, I mean that once every few years I dream that there is a large home with many rooms and someone is trying to get into the home. The home becomes a maze of space and usually I have to go to the bathroom and have trouble finding the bathroom.

Well, the other day I dreamed that one of my best friends died. I don't know how, but in the aftermath, I was spending time with her 3 small children, husband, siblings, and parents. I was so happy to awaken and realize it had not actually happened although she lives so far away I couldn't give her a hug. Then, last night, I had two strange dreams. In one, my baby fell down the steep basement stairs in the home I grew up in and he was losing consciousness and had bad bruising. The ambulance, we called, but was far away. I was relieved to awaken and realize my baby was sleeping sweetly right next to me as we had fallen asleep in his brother's, who was sleeping in my bed, bed. I've never felt more at home. And after that, when I went back into my own bed, I dreamed of a mall with an amuzement park, whose ride took me into small spaces and into a sort of tree house (like the Berenstain bears live in which we read about before bed) but not as welcoming. My undergraduate college's president was in the tree and she is severely catholic, yes like a disease. She's a nun actually, a sister, and she was planning to torture me in some way or at least I feared so. And then I awakened again, because of the kids of course. I never get to finish my dreams. I suppose if I did, though, I wouldn't remember them.

The mind cracks me up.

Well, my coffee is done, and the library is now open. I am off to read about stratospheric ozone and oxygen chemistry in light of our global warming crisis. I hope that this exam is not as difficult as the last one. But, I am doing just great. I passed my comprehensive exam and am set to graduate with honors in a couple short months with a Master's in Environmental Science and Technology.

I am glad I took this time to relax and reflect upon myself. I tried to do it last night, but going to yoga proved to be more stressful than it should have been because of the logistics. I ended up driving mostly 2.5 hours not to mention all of the bundling and fighting to get the kids to the grandparents house (sitter) just so I could have an hour of relaxing. Not worth it.

Almost Three


You know, it's so great to be a kid. To a kid everything is new, exciting, and there are a million questions to ask at any given minute. I guess that's why I like to take college courses as an adult. It keeps me engaged in the world and asking questions on a daily basis.

My son told me tonight, "I know my numbers, mom. I know my letters, mom. I'm ready to go to school."

Well, he's probably right. At age two he meets all of the milestones set for a five year old on the checklist at the doctor's office, except that I haven't yet taught him to write his name. I'm sure I could in a few days, though, but we'll save that for age three.



Above he is at his (3rd) and brother's (1st) birthday party at the hotsprings. He's currently in his third round of swim lessons but this time without mom and dad. He even goes on the diving board with Miss Patty, his teacher, and the 4 other little dudes who are in his class. He can swim all the way down the pool and back with help of a floaty belt. I am glad he is comfortable in the water, because I never was. He was scared at first, but it wasn't anything a little ice cream couldn't handle.

He loves books (and movies), puzzles, games, and dinosaurs, and he continues to be engaged in story/song/craft time at the library in North Pole with his four teachers.

I couldn't be more proud of this little boy. He's stubborn, smart, determined, motivated, and outgoing. He has more friends than I do and he plays so well with them: Addie, Gretchen, William, Julia, and Hunter. Today his friend Addie gave him a Valentine and he held onto it all day afterward. I don't think I had friends other than my parents at such a young age. It's cool that he does, and that his little brother sees through him its fun to socialize. Besides when he takes toys from his little brother's hands, he really is a great big brother also.

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It's March. This little guy's been around for almost 3 years already.

The Time for Sunshine


We dusted off, well shoveled actually, about 3 feet of HEAVY snow from the playground and put it to use. (My back, neck, and shoulder sure killed me after that). We've been hiking on the river and at Creamer's Field. We've gone sledding. We've been enjoying a Finnish kick sled that Grandma Linda and Papa Greg sent to us in the mail as a birthday gift to the boys. And I've even taken out my skis a couple of times. The Yukon Quest dogsled racers have arrived safely in Fairbanks, and The Fairbanks International Ice Festival starts next week.


It's that time of year again where the sun is bright and the days are "just long enough." We alternate between clear blue skies of -40F and cloudy, snowy days of +20F. On the colder days, the sun is finally strong enough to heat up the air during the day about 20-30 degrees. We find ourselves outside now more than we do in the fall.


I remember hiking with my friend Bobbi at Creamer's two winters ago when both of our boys were one. It was a warm, spring (winter) afternoon and we hiked and hiked for hours with our sleeping boys on our backs. Last February, during an warmer than average winter, we and our friends played on the river for hours. There's no better feeling, as a kid, to be bundled in comfy snow gear and fall asleep in a carseat, backpack or to zone out while a parent pulls you on a sled.









When you come inside from the cold, you're so sleepy and warm with cheeks so red that nothing sounds better than a nap.

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