The Things I know

Bubbles freeze. When you blow bubbles on cold spring day, some float down the street and high into the sky, while others freeze, turning clear bubbles into opaque bubbles that sink to the ground. When these bubbles eventually pop, it looks almost like a skin that sits on your mitten before eventually melting away. Google frozen bubbles. Fascinating.

Blast from the past

I have a hope chest filled with pictures, my son's baby clothes, my old toys and gifts I pick up here and there.

My son wanted to look into my hope chest tonight so I pulled out the gifts and hid them elsewhere.

He discovered the markers I left for him to find and Super Merlin from my childhood.

Tonight we played with the '80s version of a DS. It takes six AA batteries and has nine games such as E's favourite hi-low and matching.

Super Merlin now resides in E's room. He would like to keep it forever. Take that new toys.

It's a love-hate thing

This weekend, it felt like spring. The sun was out and you could feel the heat going through your skin, warming your bones.

That's what I love about March; the promise of spring and warmer days ahead. What I hate about March is the tease.

“Hey there, spring is almost here. The crocuses are peaking their heads out, the robins are back from their winter vacation and singing in the trees, the sun is getting stronger but just so you don't forget about me, tomorrow is going to be cold. With flurries.”

I love your beauty, March, but not your flightiness.

Mittens where are you?

I am not sure if it's the case where you live, but here in the Great White North it's still winter.

The weather is -9 C and that doesn't include the windchill and there are still great big piles of snow everywhere.

Despite that, there is not a mitten to be found. I have been to children's stores, clothing stores and even discount stores. The helpful person at Wal-Mart told me winter was over, which is why you can purchase bathing suits and sunscreen, but not mittens.

Winter is not over. If you want to be technical about it, the first day of spring is March 19, which still gives us three more weeks of mitten-wearing cold. But we also live in Canada and in Canada I wouldn't say we are are clear of winter until mid-April.

So while I also dream of bathing suits and going outside without three layers of clothing, plus jacket and snowpants, hats and mittens, we are not there yet. So give me some mittens.