March Madness

Happy March, and welcome to the month of winter that I hate the most. It is long, there are no holidays (aside from St. Patrick's Day and really, what new parent has time for a fun jaunt to the local pub for green beer?), and Mother Nature seems to feel the need to give us snow and cold now when the rest of winter has been barren and brown. I don't want snow and cold now, I want warm sunny days and little green sprouts sticking their brave heads above the soil! Bah! Ok, so there is my birthday around the middle of the month, and that thought does console me a little. And the first official day of spring does reside in March. But the snow and cold have got to go. Do you hear me, Mother Nature?

In other news Harrison discovered dancing this week! He was in the living room playing when he suddenly turned around and started lifting his feet alternately and stomping them on the floor, all while clapping his hands and swaying a little. He can dance! Oh, it is so cute and he is absolutely thrilled with himself when he does it. He grins from ear to ear and laughs, especially if we join in. The peculiar thing is he doesn't seem to dance when there is music on, rather just when the moment feels right. I envy his sense of abandon and his ability to live in the moment.
Silly thought of the day: wouldn't it be wonderful if adults did the same? If we just started dancing freely when we were happy, without a care in the world as to how we looked or what people would think? Instead of blank, staring faces walking down the sidewalk there could be tapping feet and waving arms, movement to lighten our days. We might even stop being the overweight society that we are. What happened to self expression of this form? Sure, it might look funny but in a way I think it would be beautiful. I haven't uploaded new pictures of Harrison yet, but we are going to have his one year studio pictures done this weekend, one in his hanbok and one in regular garb. Let's all hope he will sit still on the platform for the required two minutes it takes to get a good shot, and doesn't decide that it would be fun to pull down the background scenery, jump off the platform, or scream. Not that our darling would do that. No. Never. (Hah!)