Another windy night, people murmuring about politics on the television behind me.
I'm waiting for the wind to braid the power lines and a sudden darkness to fall.
The lights have flickered a few times today, resetting the microwave and starting small electronic things shrieking, startling Rosey into falling off the couch and landing onto the dog with an audible whump (oof! from Jasper) and a waaaaah! from the girl.
Sometimes mommy-ing is all patting and shushing and making things feel better.
And some days the best part of the day - better than the latest political craziness or having time to yourself or even a bath is looking at the photos of your daughter learning how to roll down the hill.
It's still windy, and bitterly cold tonight. But with these photos in hand, I can almost believe that spring... is creeping in.