Yesterday Lily said, “it’s twelvyseven blow outside. It’s weawwy blowey out.” Our mild winter finally got a bit serious with -30° F weather, though that doesn’t even approach the -60° we get sometimes. Last night driving home after 5 I noticed some light lingering on the horizon though, I know these days are lengthening.
Beren has a cold, this morning he woke up and laid on Cirdan’s sheepskin in front of the fire for a long time. Grandpa noted last night that Beren’s word “whobody” hasn’t been heard around here for a while.
Cirdan is gaining weight fast, his legs are no longer scrawny newborn legs but nice and plump, rapidly approaching the conical shape Lily’s legs had at one point. Lily on the other hand is stretching out into a long and lithe little girl, Beren aquiring mass like a small man.
Lily started gymnastics lessons last week and loved it, Betsy said she was the star pupil and everything was like, “Lily, grab these bars and swing your legs just like you always do. Now jump off this thing just like we tell you not to at home.”
Twelvy-seven! I’ve never heard of such a low blow!