Monday, January 17, 2005

A Cold Weekend

We're currently living in a world of ice and snow. Temperatures not even approaching 20 degrees. And thus a baby who is pretty much confined to the house. When we do go out, what an ordeal! The thermals, the snow suit, hat and gloves. On Saturday, as we headed out sledding, the very moment that I had Kellan dressed and ready (20 minutes effort) I smelled "the smell" and it was time to undress for a diaper change. Take off shoes. Take off snow pants. Take off pants. Take legs out of thermals. Change horrible diaper. And then start all over again! Once you're outside enjoying sledding in a balmy 12 degrees, you realise that Kellan doesn't seem to share your enthusiasm and that his little cheeks and nose are dark red. Probably too cold. Time to go in again. And that's your fresh air for the day, Kel!

Today is actually a holiday for us state employees, but I'm in at work because I'm saving the day for our next trip home to San Diego in March. I'm using all of these winter holidays in that fashion. Its not like they need an extra body cooped up with them in the house all day. And this way we have two whole weeks of March sunshine without using much of this year's holiday allotment.

Have been slightly distracted today by La Leche League's request for some translation of working and breast feeding stories for their new book. I'm translating some of the French submissions. A nice break from palynology, though not terribly work related (don't tell!). Should be a good book. Kellan and I will be featured as a story. I'll update you when I know more about when its due to be released.


betty said...

Are you fluent in French due to schooling, travel, etc? Being able to converse in more than one language is a wonderful skill to have. One of my SIL's is fluent in Russian because of many college courses that she took.

Nicola said...

I took lots of French in school and then went to live in France for awhile when I was 15 and 16 years old (my junior year of high school). It was a great experience. I became fluent very quickly as a matter of necessity -- in the house where I lived, only one person spoke a bit of broken English! I used the language again when I was doing my grad work in Canada. And its nice now to be doing these translations, keeping in practise. I'd hate to lose the skill.