Okay- maybe that's a fib. We actually have a blue sky this morning. The kids are acting like vampires- frightened by the sun streaming in through the front window. A bird was singing this morning and Molly froze in her tracks when she heard it, turned to me very slowly, and whispered "Mama, what was that NOISE?"

I defy anyone to say this hasn't been the longest, coldest, darkest freaking winter in history. Well, since the Ice Age- that was probably longer. Not colder, but it gets points for duration.

Molly has a playdate this afternoon. I'm dreading it with a fiery passion because the mom is- how can I say it?- less that chatty. Nothing more awkward than watching your kids play (yes, kids. Harry has to go because he has no school and I have no place to leave him) in uncomfortable silence. The upside is that they sugar, so Molly's all excited to see the process. Harry did tons of that stuff at his pre-school, but Molly's preschool doesn't do it. Of course, once she sees where maple syrup comes from, she'll probably decide not to eat that either.

TMOTH set up the grow light last night, so my seedling babies are going to start growing like crazy...or a neighbor will see the glow and turn me in for growing pot. Which I'm not. Growing pot. Not at all. (In case law enforcement is doing searches for words like pot, marijuana, hemp...oh hell.)

The point is? I'm only growing flowers and vegetables. No herb. Well, lavender, but that doesn't count. Just Cosmos, petunias, tomatoes, peppers...all the normal stuff. Nothing to see here. Move it along.

Harry's second parent conference is this afternoon. This is one that *he* leads. I"m sure it will be a trip. Especially considering that his OT/ASD conference is next friday- that's the one where they'll tell us why our kid (the one multiplying, reading words like "performance" and wondering why some eclipses make the moon blue) needs to be in Special Ed. Nothing wrong with the system- oh no. Just with our kid.