Winter has officially arrived. I think the high today was 28, which is pretty cold for us. Jay was at work and the boy piled on a bunch of clothes and went to the skate park, so it's been just me and the girl at the home front.
We puttered around all day, each doing our own thing, until late in the afternoon when she and I (and both pets) decided that Mom and Dad's bedroom was the place to be, what with its comfy bed and access to sunlight.
Quickly it became obvious that she wasn't going to let me take a nap, so we listened to music, played board games, created with fake snow, and just lazed around.
Now she's watching TV and I'm snacking on rum balls left over from the holidays.
For most of my life, I hated Sundays. It wasn't until recently that I realized my hatred for the day stemmed from the fact that I was forced, first by my parents, later by my own fear and sense of obligation, to go to church.
Once you take away that burden, Sundays can be pretty sweet.