Winter Babies

We have winter babies. As in, children that were born in the winter.

When I awoke this morning from a rough night of sawing logs, sore and groggy and maybe not looking forward to moving too fast – I was thankful for these wintertime siblings, because they brighten even the coldest, darkest and snowiest of nights or days.

The babies were not planned for winter, they just happened to happen this way. They join a long line of other great people, that we all know, who were born in the depths of the winter as well – planned or not.

Yup, for us the babies came in winter, though not immaculately, there was work involved and there is still work involved as we trudge through this season. These guys require assistance with boots, jackets, scarves, mittens; help into the car and with the seat belt; and still need that bedtime book to cozy into beds, slow their little hearts down and set the stage for winter dreams.

These babes of winter meet the longest night head-on. They coast through in deep slumber, the long nights providing for elongated dreaming, as the snow falls outside, with muted softness.

And these bros are strong as a Russian winter. They will probably be as stubborn as well –

Come April, we are almost at a loss – with what to do. From Christmas through January, February and then March we pop with kids whose birth days offer opportunity to engage with the cold rather than hide from it – even into that cabin fever, late February/early March time. (Garage sale-ing anyone? or not...)

They keep us cheerful, the winter babies, even through sub-zero temperatures - though they are no longer really babies (more like really hungry chipmunks). Even the little guy is growing somewhat independent and on the verge of being completely diaper free.

Of Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces our future is dependent.

Fond memories of little *sleeping* guys.