Unreal

Not St. Joseph

 Absolutely unreal, the weather, that is.  It is March 19th, 
the Feast of St. Joseph, and the normal high for 
today is 3 degrees.  It hit 24 degrees today and 
such temperatures are forecast for the rest of the 
week.  The kids are in shorts and crocs and it feels 
like we are only days away from summer vacation 
rather than just heading back after March Break.

We ate s'mores on the back deck for dessert to celebrate the Feast of St. Joseph.  There were mosquitoes.  We also went to mass where I heard Jacob whisper meaningfully to Joseph that mass was in honour of Saint Joseph not Joseph Afelskie.  They then had some sort of physical exchange which Dave ended by gripping Joseph tightly to his chest.  St. Joe has his work cut out for him.

 I feel like we cheated at winter.  Where has it gone?  Will it be back?

 Despite Hannah's penchant for desserts, she has an incredibly slow growth rate and seems to be following in the footsteps of my oldest sister who is a negative dress size.  The great thing about Hannah's tinyness is that I very rarely need to buy her new summer clothes.  She still has a pair of 24 month capris into which she fits.

 Ben is also incredibly thin and is eating desperate amounts of food as his body tries to put on at least an ounce of body fat in order to accommodate yet another growth spurt.   The other day he ate three boiled eggs for breakfast, two large pieces of bread spread thickly with butter and a bowl of cereal; he was back within two hours for more.  I shudder at the teenage years.

 This was Isaac's first s'more experience.  (Actually, it was also mine.)

 He wasn't entirely sure what to do with the sticky creation, at first.

But then he figured it out.