It is Saturday afternoon. 40° and raining, raining. I am still battling sinusitis – wrapped in a blanket on the couch with my face pounding, reading Amy Poehler's new book Yes Please.
Upstairs Maeve and Eden are taking a bath and playing some game which involves an insanely loud and long splashing and then Eden's voice, "are you okay honey?" over and over and over again. And every once in a while she breaks into the 1980's commercial jingle for "water pets water pets" that was on some cartoon Ben's dad taped in the 80's and recently burned onto a DVD.
In the basement, Ben and Silas are building legos while they listen to an audio rendition of the first Harry Potter book. This last month, Silas and I have devoured the first three books together, so when we found out Ben and his work cohorts would be going to Harry Potter Land this month on a business trip, we gave him the first book to read to earn such a trip. Somewhere over this weekend, reading turned into listening, and Silas joined in.
Rain falls from the white sky. Winter is sprawled across the scene through the living room window – skinny bare branches and the few exposed shaggy squirrel nests high up. It is January, awash with water. We begin again.