We've been inside much of this week. MLK Day turned into a pajama day for the kids and I, it was way too cold to venture out, other than a few short walks with the dog. But our time indoors has been anything but dull, and I managed to do some kettlebell work, and hit the treadmill a few times.
I've written about how I grew up in a house with ghosts, and I've mentioned a couple of weird things that have happened in the house we live in now. The other morning, Frank and I were hanging out in the living room, when we suddenly heard a squeaking noise in the kitchen. We went in, and his toy stuffed mouse was on the floor, squeaking by itself. The two of us looked at it for a second, then it stopped. Weird, right?
Yesterday I was trying to come up with ideas to entertain Eliza with, so we played beauty shop, with purple lip gloss and clear mascara. She loves to dress up, and lately her favorite is a wedding dress complete with veil and bouquet. I am very lame, my wedding dress is hanging in the closet, I never had it cleaned/preserved into a box like I should have. So I hauled it out....you know where this is going. E put on her dress, and ordered me to put on mine, which didn't quite zipper up all the way. We shuffled around my room playing ice skating princesses, then she ran off for a wand, so I started to make my bed. In my Wedding Dress. What's wrong with that picture?
Later on after snack, E looked at a photo I have on the mantle from our wedding. And said,"Look Mommy, that's when your dress fit you."