We have snow again. I love it, and it’s so pretty, but at this point I’m really ready for some signs that spring is near. I feel like I missed out on the best of summer and fall this past year. I was ginormous for most of the summer and preferred to spend it in the air conditioning on the couch. Fall was gorgeous (I think), but I spent most of it – again – on the couch, with a newborn plastered to my chest. I don’t mind being out in the winter, but Eli’s not a big fan at this point, so we’re stuck. You can imagine how excited I was to notice our daffodils peeking out of the snow today. There is hope.