So, what to do with a toddler on a very cold (18F) snow day? Well, we read, played blocks, had a picnic in the living room, colored, did laundry together, and pretty much everything else we could think of. Little Mister’s favorite activity? Playing in the snow in front of the woodstove. We did this last year, too. It’s starting to become tradition.
(I apologize for the graininess of the photos. I can only get shots of this kid with the camera on the quickest setting. Not to mention the light from the stove and the overhead were throwing it for a loop…)
Well, we finally got hit with another ice storm. Took fifteen years for it to happen, but she’s here, that’s for sure. It’s been raining ice since Saturday night. I’m proud to say, though, that I was preemptive on bring wood to the front of the house. On Friday I filled the front bin, the empty half of the kindling bin, and brought in enough wood for two full days to be dried out around the stove. Needless to say, we still have a good stock pile no more than five feet from our front door, which is a godsend as the only way we would be able to get to the woodsheds right now is via ice-cleats and a pickaxe.
Hubster used the massive halogen work lights I bought him last year to finish up the interior structure of the new shed during the middle of the rain/icestorm. It’s a little too flimsy to leave it to its own accord in a Maine winter, that’s for true.
The chickens, dog, Little Mister, and this homesteader are all getting cabin fever, however. Given that the past three weeks have been too cold for walking (all except for one day and we only got in half a walk as Diamond split her nail that day – on the walk of course), and now with the ice which will be dissipating tomorrow only to bring in more arctic cold…Well, we’re stretching to find things to do.
Yesterday we used cardboard box, copious amounts of ducktape, and a bit of imagination to make a garage with barn doors for Little Misters various vehicles. I have no idea what to do tomorrow, though. He’s refusing naps now and doesn’t want to hang in his room by himself anymore. Today was a bit of a “win” as he’s now napping (with Bubble-Mater in bed with him) and actually played in his room for half an hour. I’m trying my hardest to try and get him back on a schedule that will also help me get time for thesis work next semester. Here’s hoping all works out, right? Bribery with a popcorn lunch is a good thing, don’t ya think?
On the plus side, with all this stuck-being-indoors, my house is slowly getting cleaned up, which means after my “sabbatical” from thesis work is over at the end of this week, I should be able to crank out more work without having to worry about things. Oh, that and get some very early seedlings goings. Right now I’m looking at getting some greenpeppers started severely early, along with some herbs and lettuce, in hopes that we might get the chance to get a mini-greenhouse constructed out of pallets and windows either during a January thaw or early in March. One can dream.
Spring is always that amazing time of year where suddenly, when you turn your back for a minute, everything has changed. Things are growing at a tremendous pace throughout the state of Maine, and here is no different. The chicks are three weeks old, are down to 80F in the brooder, and are eating more than their fair share of the rent. While Jacks has been wonderful sharing his room with them, I know he’ll be glad to have the extra romping space back once they’re out of his room. (That poor, spoiled mini-rex.) All eight have lost their furr-ball fluff and have started getting in new patterns, making it almost impossible to tell them apart. As you can see in the photo, one definitely stands out as she has no orange on her whatsoever; the other seven are all orange and black. All of them are flighty little things and feeding them has become a modified game of whack-a-mole.
The seedlings are growing like mad. The tomatoes, celery, and bell peppers that I started all look like they’re itching to get in the ground, as do the broccoli, celery, and jalapeno plants that we got from Hoof ‘n’ Paw in New Sharon. It’s just a matter of waiting a couple more weeks and then figuring out row covers. With any luck, everything will transplant over wonderfully.
Speaking of “growing like weeds,” I felt it was time to give ya’ll an updated photo of Little Mister.