Ice Ice Baby

So we had a heck of a snow storm yesterday, and another one today... to the extent that my Husband, who fortunately brought his work-laptop home, is working from the kitchen. I'm glad he is because when I snuck out for a couple of groceries yesterday, I felt like an extra in 'Tokyo Drift' at 15-20 mph. It was bonkers! And now we've got a nice mix of ice and snow falling.

 The picture of our bush, right outside the kitchen window, actually predates the falling of the ice, I took it before the sleet started falling because I thought it looked pretty cool... so to speak.
MiniMonster had yet another restless night, he woke up twice, though that seemed as much to be the work of 'pacifier gremlins' as anything else. ((he lost his pacifier.)) So I'm -still- tired, but it could be worse, and besides I have Redbull.

 He did discover Blueberry Preserves however. That he seemed to like quite a bit! ((Sorry for the blurry photo, I'll look for a better one later to show how much preserve ended up on his face.


Also I've got to kind of respectfully disagree with my friend Liza of Gnome Season, for the entry linked. I don't technically follow the Oscars, I really couldn't give two dog farts what a bunch of critics think I should like the best at the movies, or what people were wearing, or who Branjolina have adopted NOW. I do however have to say that I'm kind of in favor of voting for parenthood being pretty freaking important. It may not be glamorous, or flashy, or require a degree (although I've seen enough examples of horrible parenting by irresponsible people that it probably should...) but it is a massively, crucially important role. Maybe not to the rest of the world but to the child.

 Sure you could dismiss their importance, say they're less important than the next movie, the next platinum record or degree from an Ivy League college, but then again, you could sit down and go hey. I brought a real, unique. HUMAN LIFE into the world. They're dependent on me for everything. They depend on me to help show them how the world works, what to believe in, to pick them up when they fall down and encourage them when they need it. They rely on me to be there to tell them that they can be anything they want. They rely on me to foster their dreams, their hopes, their future... everything until they're ready to strike out on their own. I mean if you have to hear that from a television show... than I'm really sorry. That's supposed to be something you hear from a parent.

 There's no degree for it, no Oscars and set of 'who's wearing what', but maybe their should be, because we all owe a great deal to our parents. They got us here to the point where we have the right to personally decide what is the most important thing we've ever done, and screw what anyone else thinks.

 Maybe you've got to actually BE a parent to understand it, but I wouldn't trade -anything- for the first time I saw my MiniMonster smile.