Spring (Sprung)

Spring snuck up on us this year. There was nothing but uncharacteristic rain, rain, and more rain, and then suddenly Erika started noticing blossoms everywhere. Then the sun came out, but it was a sucker sun. One of those suns that looks really warm and strong until you venture out in just a t-shirt and get blasted by an icy wind from the west. So then you put on the fleece, and walk up the hill, and get way too hot. So you take off the fleece, and turn the corner, and the fog envelopes you and chills you to the bone again.

Very confusing weather. Impossible to choose the right outfit. Unless you are me, of course. I tend to stick with the same look, season after season, with an occasional swap of this collar around my neck or a new tag whenever we move and switch phone numbers. Which hasn't happened in quite some time. No news on that front either.

Peter is marching towards two, with a few doozy tantrums, and even fewer new words. "Wheel" is among them. He is also learning the names of his friends ("a-ong" for Paxton, "mus" for Mateus, "da da" for Danya, and "Tai" for Tai). Sometimes he even says "Tai's House" or "Tai's Chair". He is definitely going to be the strong, silent type. Martin helped him climb his first real rock last weekend on a wildflower-viewing hike in the Coyote Hills. The kid is strong. And agile.

Martin is going to slide in under the wire and embark on one last commercial flying adventure before Peter is officially two. You see, once he turns two, commercial airlines require that you purchase a separate seat for the toddler. Until then, a lap is fair game. And when all of your grandparents live in Europe, this is not trivial. So, Peter is going to Prague for the first time, with his daddy, in April. This is cause for much celebration (on both continents). I get a week free of molestation (his little buddy Mateus actually tried to RIDE me like a horse yesterday), and the Kosina and Osbornova grandparents get a week of pure toddler love. Even Erika, who will miss that little guy something *fierce* is pleasantly stymied by the prospect of an entire week without diapers, tantrums, or snotty noses.

Everyone is happy!