For the Love of All That is Good in the World, Let There Be Spring

Every single year I get really excited in March and write some sort of post about spring arriving. Most years I probably use one of the following words in the post title: spring, fling, sprung, sprang, SPROING!

These tend to be followed by April entries that use the following words: fuck, you, snow.

Okay, that thing about March and spring words turns out not to be true. I just searched through all of my March entries and it turns out that I only did this in 2007 and last year. It is, however, EXCEPTIONALLY easy to find entries where I make things up.

One of my favorite spring posts of all time is one about Jack and Quinn becoming friends. I wrote it less than a month after I started blogging and it remains one of my favorites. They were/are so cute.

The point of all this is that the past three days have been remarkably spring-like and wonderful and although Alex and I have been huddled up and destroyed by clouds of sickness for the last several days, we both presume that the children have been out and about enjoying themselves in the spring weather.

Well, really what they’ve been doing is play video games as Alex and I fight over whose turn it is to nap. Today I told them that if they wanted to play Super Smash Bros. Brawl that they had to go outside first and play Super Stimey Bros. Brawl. Which they did.

See Quinn. See Quinn punch Sam.
See Sam. See Sam retaliate with a stick club.

Speaking of sticks, thank goodness for all the snow, wind and rain that knocked all of the branches off of our trees this winter because now my kids have plenty of ammunition with which to bash each other. Next Christmas I’m going to give them bundles of sticks, because that’s all they want to play with anyway.

Also, can anyone tell me how all the giant branches fall out of the trees but I can still see bird nests, evidently attached with epoxy, up in the still-attached limbs?

Being Stimeys, we naturally plan to pick up those fallen tree limbs sometime in 2013. By that time we’ll have enough to make it worth our while.

Plus, if we move them, what will the munchkins climb on and stab with?

They had the world’s shortest picnic too, at which they consumed goldfish crackers, pretzels and Calvin & Hobbes. (By “consume,” I mean “read.” I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea here.)

Note the scavenger dog acting all cool as she lays in wait.

If it snows again, I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I imagine it will involve loud sobbing. I am SO ready for spring and summer. I have plans to shove my kids outdoors for the first hour after they get off their bus from now until the end of school, so I will not tolerate rain nor sleet nor snow NOR dark of night.

Huh. Look at that. Jack is outside on the slide playing with a plastic hammer that a baby left here last summer and an empty can of pineapple chunks. That’s weird. Also? Why do I buy toys?

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