January came and went pretty quickly, and it was just as well. I feel like it's always the one month of winter that I sort of hibernate my way through. After the rush of the holidays, it feels good to embrace a slower pace, and as the dark, rainy, cold days start seeping into my soul, all I can do is try to lean into a hygge vibe and begin religiously tracking the increasing number of daylight hours.
Also, the kids and I all got Covid in succession, so we had a lost week and a half, where we all spent a couple days being too sick to do anything, and then subsequent days of staying at home in quarantine together. Somehow Drew made it through uninfected. Honestly, it was kind of nice to check out of school and work for a week and just be home together. And we were very lucky and grateful to not have any severe or long lasting symptoms. After staying Covid-free for almost two years, Omicron snuck in and got us, as it did many others.
Before getting sick we finished out the kids' holiday break by going ice skating.
We spent our indoor time doing a lot of pancake art and baking.
Henry did another round of rec basketball, and spent time with new friends.
I made more things.
And I finally got a bookshelf for the living room.
It immediately felt more like home to have our favorite books out and unboxed!
And to finish off the month, I celebrated 36 journeys around the sun, beginning the upward climb through my late 30s toward the big 4-0. It feels weird to be at an age that I remember my parents being. Most days I still feel like a kid trying to be an adult. Does every adult feel like an imposter all the time, or is it just me? Anyway, aging is weird. I guess that's all there is to say.
Onward to February!
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