Bored Now

I would say that having a toddler means you're never bored, but that's not quite true.  Certainly, you're never still, but that doesn't mean that even the most crazypants and energetic activity doesn't get mind-numbing once you've done it five hundred times.  Running around the house singing Christmas songs in Hooos, by March, is no longer all that interesting.  Neither is, say, discussing for the seventh time in ten minutes that my name is Eeyore if her name is Piglet.  And being reminded to say it in depressed Eeyore voice.  "I'm so very excited," says Eeyore. 

Even Willow's interest can't be held for long, by now.  In desperation, I set up an obstacle course across our living room, complete with squares for jumping across like stones in a river, a mattress I hauled over for her to jump on, and a blanket to spin on until her legs get twisted up in it and she falls down (SO FUN!)  With some drum-heavy Rhythm of the Saints on, that should be good for at least 45 minutes right? 

Yeah, no.  We need to get Out of our House, we need it to be Warm Outside, and to go to Interesting Places.  On an Expotition to the North Pole, even. 

I've been very patient.  Usually I'm writing this post by about February 17th.  I've been very well-behaved.  So could we please get some Spring headed this way?