February and the Weather is Chilly

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Anyhow, here are some new pics from the family.

We've had a surprisingly busy winter already, hosting dinners and other shindigs making for lots of antics in the house, and lots of dishes in the sink. I have started a calendar counting down to the day Reid can wash dishes. Then I'll be free!!!

Aw, you know I could never let go of the dishwashing. It's just got this grip on me.

Reid and Sania made Valentines tonight for some random assortment of folks. Sania is deeply embedded in the do-what-Reid-does no-matter-what phase. He made a Valentine for his BFF Owen, and so did Sania. Awesome.

Weirdly, the children's eating habits have fluctuated wildly. Some nights, Sania is an eating machine. Other times, it appears she'd be willing to starve if it weren't for white bread and crackers. She is absolutely committed to drinking milk at almost every opportunity. Each night, when I pick her up, I offer her some paltry snack of crackers or something and water from her day at daycare. And every night, she greedily consumes the crackers and wails like a widow about the milk I don't have in the car. So sad.

Reid is such a strange kid sometimes. I feel like I want to be invisible and follow him around to see what kind of information he is storing in that crazy head of his. He dreams up these wild stories -- of Africa! of Spider-Man! of vegetables in Africa! -- and then recites bizarre contextual facts from these imaginary universes which completely confound his mom and I. "Really? They grow special corn in South Africa? With superpowers? Amazing! Eat your meatballs."

He is also such a finicky dresser. Winter is an especially tough time for the clothing-inhibited youngster. Each morning, he reviews his garment selection like a queen, rejecting some items and unreasonably insisting on others. He often throws a curve ball by demanding to wear a sweater underneath a t-shirt or three shirts without any kind of logical layering strategy. By the end of a day at home, shirts and pants are everywhere and Reid has changed into the thing he seems to wear for the end of every day, shorts and a t-shirt. Even today, with a high of 30, a cold coming on and a whole face chapped from the frigid temperatures, he came home and stripped down to his lighweight uniform. He says it helps him run fast.

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