It's good to have a hobby.

It’s good to have a hobby.

Zach is currently obsessed with taking things out of things. (He has not yet developed a corresponding obsession with putting things back INTO things, so our house is always in a state that was once described by my friend Heather as, “If we suddenly disappeared, the police report would definitely say there were signs of a struggle.”) We have spent a lot of time this week in the bathroom, with me sitting on the floor, drinking tea and supervising the removal of all of the items from one of the cupboards, and him gleefully bringing me each item, one at a time, so I can identify them for him. “That’s lotion. That’s lotion. That’s … also lotion.” It appears as though I might have a lotion hoarding problem? If the end of the world comes in fire instead of ice, and everyone’s skin is a little dry, feel free to stop by our house. Zach will have all of the lotion lined up on the edge of the tub for you.

While we are in the bathroom, Ellie is often colouring, or watching unboxing videos on the iPad (do you know about those? they are … very weird, and very popular with kids Ellie’s age), or playing with her legos, or any number of things she is content to do alone. I feel like I was poorly prepared for this stage of parenthood, where one kid ends up getting the shaft, quality-time-wise, because the other kid is in a stage where he or she (he) needs more attention. If I don’t watch Zach every single second, he will destroy something or climb up and then fall off something or pour something out on the floor and then splash around in it. Often he manages to do those things even WHILE I am supervising him. (He is VERY FAST.) It’s hard to find the time to do the things with Ellie that I want to do, and I feel like my time is running out, because she starts school in September. I often feel guilty or sad about not being able to divide my attention more evenly. Possibly I will have to send him for a few bonus days at the sitter’s, so I can spend some quality time with her.

In spite of the insanely cold temperatures, it has been so sunny lately that I can almost believe that spring will come eventually. We are already two-thirds of the way through February, which is empirically just the WORST month there is, so there’s only, what, another six weeks or so before things start to melt? I am feeling very enthusiastic about that. It is only a matter of time before the tulips start to poke their way up around the tree in our front lawn, which is one of my very favourite things in the whole world. It makes me want to plant tulips everywhere.